To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Lily of the Covenant." A teaching poem by David, when he fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Joab returned, and killed twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt.

{To the chief Musician upon Shushaneduth, Michtam of David, to teach; when he strove with Aramnaharaim and with Aramzobah, when Joab returned, and smote of Edom in the valley of salt twelve thousand.} O God, thou hast cast us off, thou hast scattered us, thou hast been displeased; O turn thyself to us again.

Moab is my washpot; over Edom will I put out my shoe; over Philistia will a glad cry be sounded.

Moab is my washbasin. I will make Edom serve me. I will shout in triumph over Philistia."

Who will lead me into the fortified city? Who will bring me to Edom?

It includes the tents of Edom and the Ishmaelites, Moab and the Hagrites,

Moab is my washpot; over Edom will I stretch out my shoe; upon Philistia will I triumph."

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

Remember the children of Edom, O LORD, in the day of Jerusalem, how they said, "Down with it! Down with it, even to the ground!"