For the Musical Director;
To the tune of The Lily of the Testimony.
An inscribed poem of David, when he fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Joab returned and he smote 12,000 of Edom in the Valley of Salt.
1 O God, you have rejected us.
You have broken us.
You have been angry. Return to us.
2 You have made the land quake. You have split it open.
Heal its fractures, for it shakes.
3 You have made your people experience hardship.
You have made us drink the wine
that makes us stagger.
4 You have given a banner to those who fear you,
to be displayed for the sake of truth. Selah.
5 So that your beloved people may be delivered,
save with your right hand and answer us.
6 God has spoken from his sanctuary:
“I will triumph. I will divide up Shechem,
and measure out the Valley of Succoth.
7 Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine.
Ephraim also is the protection of my head.
Judah is my scepter.
8 Moab is my wash pot.
I will throw my sandal towards Edom.
O Philistia, shout in jubilation because of me!”
9 Who will bring me into a fortified city?
Who will lead me to Edom?
10 Have you not, O God, rejected us?
And will you not go out with our armies, O God?
11 Give us help against our foe,
for the deliverance of man is worthless.
12 Through God we will do a mighty work,
for it is he who will trample down our foes.