Give us aid against the enemy, for the help of man is worthless.
Put not your trust in princes, in mortal man, who cannot save.
Give us aid against the enemy, for the help of man is worthless.
And He will redeem Israel from all iniquity.
Egypt’s help is futile and empty; therefore I have called her Rahab Who Sits Still.
A song of ascents. Of David. If the LORD had not been on our side—let Israel now declare—
For the choirmaster. According to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. In God alone my soul finds rest; my salvation comes from H
But the Egyptians are men, not God; their horses are flesh, not spirit. When the LORD stretches out His hand, the helper
Redeem Israel, O God, from all its distress.