{To the chanter, upon the rose of witness, Michtam of David, for to teach: when he fought against Mesopotamia, and Syria of Zoba: and when Joab turned back, and slew twelve thousand Edomites in the valley of Salt} O God, thou hast cast us out and scattered us abroad; thou that hast been so sore displeased at us, comfort us again.

Yet hast thou given a token, for such as fear thee, that they may triumph because of the truth. Selah.

Through God will we do great acts, for it is he that shall tread down our enemies.

Thou hast showed thy people heavy things; thou hast given us a drink of deadly wine.

Moab is my washpot; over Edom will I stretch out my shoe; Philistia shall be glad of me.

Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine; Ephraim also is the strength of my head, Judah is my lawgiver;

God hath spoken in his holiness: I will rejoice, and divide Shechem, and mete out the valley of Succoth.

O be thou our help in trouble, for vain is the help of man.

That thy beloved might be delivered, help them with thy righthand, and hear me.

Thou that hast moved the land, and divided it; heal the sores thereof, for it shaketh.

Shall not thou do it, O God, thou that hast cast us out? Wilt not thou, O God, go out with our hosts?

Who will lead me into the strong city? Who will bring me into Edom?