Give us help from trouble, For the help of man is useless.
Still our eyes failed us, Watching vainly for our help; In our watching we watched For a nation that could not save us.
Now the Egyptians are men, and not God; And their horses are flesh, and not spirit. When the Lord stretches out His hand, Both he who helps will fall, And he who is helped will fall down; They all will perish together.
Sever yourselves from such a man, Whose breath is in his nostrils; For of what account is he?
“I have heard many such things; Miserable comforters are you all!
God will not withdraw His anger, The allies of the proud lie prostrate beneath Him.