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.