The confederates have taken crafty counsel against Israel. They have said, Come, cut them off that their name will be no more. Moses, Aaron show their stuff Egypt's glad when they depart. Idols of heathen Silver, gold, silver and gold. They have speechless mouths, ears they have that do not hear, eyes they have that do not weep.
Idols are silver, silver and gold, works of man.
All of the nations compassed me about like bees I will destroy them. In the name of God I fight, in the Lord's name, I destroy. Tarrying in Meshech, and, dwelling too long in Kedar. Our soul is set free as a bird out of the snare, the snare of fowlers. We are not prey to their teeth.