¹⁷ A false thing `is' the horse for safety, And by the abundance of his strength He doth not deliver.

⁷ Some of chariots, and some of horses, And we of the name of Jehovah our God Make mention.

³¹ A horse is prepared for a day of battle, And the deliverance `is' of Jehovah!

¹⁰ Not in the might of the horse doth He delight, Not in the legs of a man is He pleased.

¹⁵ And Jehovah destroyeth Sisera, and all the chariots, and all the camp, by the mouth of the sword, before Barak, and Sisera cometh down from off the chariot, and fleeth on his feet.

⁶ seeing Jehovah hath caused the camp of Aram to hear a noise of chariot and a noise of horse -- a noise of great force, and they say one unto another, `Lo, the king of Israel hath hired against us the kings of the Hittites, and the kings of Egypt, to come against us.'

⁷ And they rise and flee in the twilight, and forsake their tents, and their horses, and their asses -- the camp as it `is' -- and flee for their life.

¹⁹ Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck `with' a mane?

²⁰ Dost thou cause him to rush as a locust? The majesty of his snorting `is' terrible.

²¹ They dig in a valley, and he rejoiceth in power, He goeth forth to meet the armour.

²² He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.

²³ Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.

²⁴ With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.

²⁵ Among the trumpets he saith, Aha, And from afar he doth smell battle, Roaring of princes and shouting.

¹¹ I have turned so as to see under the sun, that not to the swift `is' the race, nor to the mighty the battle, nor even to the wise bread, nor even to the intelligent wealth, nor even to the skilful grace, for time and chance happen with them all.

¹⁶ And ye say, No, for on a horse we flee? Therefore ye flee, And on the swift we ride! Therefore swift are your pursuers.

³ Asshur doth not save us, on a horse we ride not, Nor do we say any more, Our God, to the work of our hands, For in Thee find mercy doth the fatherless.'