Was it not you who rejected us, God? Do you no longer march with our armies?
I have heard this sort of thing many times. Troublesome comforters, all of you!
He is God and he does not relent; the helpers of Rahab bow beneath him.
As for you, stop worrying about mortals, in whose nostrils is but a breath; for of what worth are they?
The Egyptians are human beings, not God, their horses flesh, not spirit; When the Lord stretches forth his hand, the helper shall stumble, the one helped shall fall, and both of them shall perish together.
Even now our eyes are worn out, searching in vain for help; From our watchtower we have watched for a nation unable to save.