O grant us help against the foe, for human help is worthless.
“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.
[[Turn away from mortals, who have only breath in their nostrils, for of what account are they?]]
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.
Our eyes failed, ever watching vainly for help; we were watching eagerly for a nation that could not save.