<p class="poetry">who led them through the deep water?p> <p class="poetry">Like a horse running on flat land<n id="1" /> they did not stumble.p>

<p class="poetry">Their arrows are sharpened,p> <p class="poetry">and all their bows are prepared.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">The hooves of their horses are hard as flint,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and their chariot wheels are like a windstorm.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">the one who led chariots and horses to destruction,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">together with a mighty army.p> <p class="poetry">They fell down,<n id="2" /> never to rise again;p> <p class="poetry">they were extinguished, put out like a burning wick:p>

<p class="poetry">Their land is full of gold and silver;p> <p class="poetry">there is no end to their wealth.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">Their land is full of horses;p> <p class="poetry">there is no end to their chariots.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">You say, &#8216;No, we will flee on horses,&#8217;p> <p class="poetry">so you will indeed flee.p> <p class="poetry">You say, &#8216;We will ride on fast horses,&#8217;p> <p class="poetry">so your pursuers will be fast.p>

<p class="poetry">The Egyptians are mere humans, not God;p> <p class="poetry">their horses are made of flesh, not spirit.p> <p class="poetry">The <sc>Lordsc> will strike with<n id="1" /> his hand;p> <p class="poetry">the one who helps will stumblep> <p class="poetry">and the one being helped will fall.p> <p class="poetry">Together they will perish.<n id="2" />p>

Now make a deal with my master the king of Assyria, and I will give you two thousand horses, provided you can find enough riders for them.

<p class="poetry">Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp,p> <p class="poetry">I coo<n id="1" /> like a dove;p> <p class="poetry">my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">O sovereign master,<n id="3" /> I am oppressed;p> <p class="poetry">help me!<n id="4" />p>

<t /><p class="poetry">Those who go down to Egypt for help are as good as dead,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">those who rely on war horses,p> <p class="poetry">and trust in Egypt&#8217;s many chariots<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and in their many, many horsemen.<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">But they do not rely on the Holy One of Israel<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">and do not seek help from the <sc>Lordsc>.p>

They will bring back all your countrymen<n id="1" /> from all the nations as an offering to the <sc>Lordsc>. They will bring them<n id="2" /> on horses, in chariots, in wagons, on mules, and on camels<n id="3" /> to my holy hill Jerusalem,&#8221; says the <sc>Lordsc>, &#8220;just as the Israelites bring offerings to the <sc>Lordsc>&#8217;s temple in ritually pure containers.