God, you have rejected us. You have broken us down. You have been angry. Restore us, again.

You have given a banner to those who fear you, that it may be displayed because of the truth. Selah.

Through God we shall do valiantly, for it is he who will tread down our adversaries. For the Chief Musician. For a stringed instrument. By David.

You have shown your people hard things. You have made us drink the wine that makes us stagger.

Moab is my wash basin. I will throw my shoe on Edom. I shout in triumph over Philistia."

Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine. Ephraim also is the defense of my head. Judah is my scepter.

God has spoken from his sanctuary: "I will triumph. I will divide Shechem, and measure out the valley of Succoth.

Give us help against the adversary, for the help of man is vain.

So that your beloved may be delivered, save with your right hand, and answer us.

You have made the land tremble. You have torn it. Mend its fractures, for it quakes.

Haven't you, God, rejected us? You don't go out with our armies, God.

Who will bring me into the strong city? Who has led me to Edom?