Doom to those who go off to Egyptthinking that horses can help them,Impressed by military mathematics,awed by sheer numbers of chariots and riders—And to The Holy of Israel, not even a glance,not so much as a prayer to God.Still, he must be reckoned with,a most wise God who knows what he’s doing.He can call down catastrophe.He’s a God who does what he says.He intervenes in the work of those who do wrong,stands up against interfering evildoers.Egyptians are mortal, not God,and their horses are flesh, not Spirit.When God gives the signal, helpers and helped alikewill fall in a heap and share the same dirt grave.