To the overseer upon the lily of song: poem to David to teach; In the setting on fire Aram of the two rivers, and Aram of the station; and Joab will turn back and strike Edom in the valley of salt, twelve thousand. O God, thou didst cast us off, thou didst break us down, thou wert angry; wilt thou turn back to us?

Moab the pot of my washing; over Edom I will cast out my shoe: for me, Philistia shouted for joy.

Who will bring me to the city of fortification? who guided me even to Edom?

The tents of Edom and the Ishmaelites, Moab and the Hagarites.

Moab the pot of my washing; upon Edom I will cast my shoe; over Philistia will I shout for joy.

Who will bring me to the city of fortification? who guide me even to Edom?

Remember, O Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem; they saying, Make bare, make bare, even to the foundations in her.