<p class="poetry">At the sound of your battle cry,<n id="1" /> O God of Jacob,p> <p class="poetry">both rider<n id="2" /> and horse &#8220;fell asleep.&#8221;<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">Some trust in chariots and others in horses,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">but we<n id="2" /> depend on<n id="3" /> the <sc>Lordsc> our God.p>

<p class="poetry">God has countless chariots;p> <p class="poetry">they number in the thousands.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">The Lord comes from Sinai in holy splendor.<n id="2" />p>