Already they had grasped my robes and my hand was on my sword-hilt, when the priest Kohath cried out: "Men of Israel, are you mad?
Would you bring Pharaoh's vengeance on us ?" They halted a little and their spokesman shouted: "We defy Pharaoh! Our God will protect us from Pharaoh.

Drag him forth and kill him beyond the wall!" Again they began to move, when a man, in whom I recognized Jabez, the uncle of Merapi, called aloud: "Cease! If this Prince of Egypt has done insult to Jahveh by will and not by chance, it is certain that he will avenge himself upon him.

Shall men take the judgment of God into their own hands?
Stand back and wait awhile.

If Jahveh is affronted, the Egyptian will fall dead.

If he does not fall dead, let him pass hence unharmed, for such is Jahveh's will.
Stand back, I say, while I count threescore." They withdrew a space and slowly Jabez began to count.
Although at that time I knew nothing of the power of the god of Israel, I will say that I was filled with fear as one by one he counted, pausing at each ten.