The state a person meets a threat in is built by where they aim their eyes a second before.
Attention feeds whatever it lands on, and the thing it feeds swells until it sets the state, the state sets the emotion, and the emotion decides whether a person advances or freezes. An army is a fixed quantity of horses and men; the terror is manufactured by handing that quantity the whole frame and deleting the water ahead, the cloud overhead, and every plague already survived.
Crying out to Yahweh is the first turn of the head, and it counts even when dread drives it rather than trust, because aim moves before feeling does. Keep the pursuit in frame and the old bondage starts to look like safety, until a person bargains to return to what they were carried out of.