O grant us help against the foe, for human help is worthless.
Our eyes failed, ever watching vainly for help; we were watching eagerly for a nation that could not save.
The Egyptians are human and not God; their horses are flesh and not spirit. When the Lord stretches out his hand, the helper will stumble, and the one helped will fall, and they will all perish together.
[[Turn away from mortals, who have only breath in their nostrils, for of what account are they?]]
“I have heard many such things; miserable comforters are you all.
“God will not turn back his anger; the helpers of Rahab bowed beneath him.