Give to us help from adversity, And vain is the salvation of man.
I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] ye all.
God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers.
Cease for you from man, Whose breath [is] in his nostrils, For — in what is he esteemed?
And the Egyptians [are men], and not God, And their horses [are] flesh, and not spirit, And Jehovah stretcheth out His hand, And stumbled hath the helper, And fallen hath the helped one, And together all of them are consumed.
While we exist — consumed are our eyes for our vain help, In our watch-tower we have watched for a nation [that] saveth not.