“Doom, rebel children!”God’s Decree.“You make plans, but not mine.You make deals, but not in my Spirit.You pile sin on sin,one sin on top of another,Going off to Egyptwithout so much as asking me,Running off to Pharaoh for protection,expecting to hide out in Egypt.Well, some protection Pharaoh will be!Some hideout, Egypt!They look big and important, true,with officials strategically established inZoan in the north and Hanes in the south,but there’s nothing to them.Anyone stupid enough to trust themwill end up looking stupid—All show, no substance,an embarrassing farce.”