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?

Thou didst shake the earth; thou didst rend it: heal its breakings, for it is depressed.

Thou didst cause thy people to see a hard thing: thou didst give us to drink the wine of reeling.

Thou gavest a signal to those fearing thee, to flee from the face of the bow. Silence.

So that thy beloved ones shall be delivered, save with thy right hand and answer us.

God spake in his holy place; I will rejoice, I will divide the shoulder, and I will measure the valley of booths.

Gilead to me, and Manasseh to me; and Ephraim the strength of my head; Judah my judge.

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?

Wilt not thou, O God? thou didst cast us off, and wilt thou not go forth, O God, with our armies?

Give to us help from straits, for vain the salvation of man.

In God we will do strength and he will tread down our adversaries.