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?

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

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?