1 O God, you have cast us off and broken us; ♦
you have been angry; restore us to yourself again.
2 You have shaken the earth and torn it apart; ♦
heal its wounds, for it trembles.
3 You have made your people drink bitter things; ♦
we reel from the deadly wine you have given us.
4 You have made those who fear you to flee, ♦
to escape from the range of the bow.
5 That your beloved may be delivered, ♦
save us by your right hand and answer us.
6 God has spoken in his holiness: ♦
‘I will triumph and divide Shechem,
and share out the valley of Succoth.
7 ‘Gilead is mine and Manasseh is mine; ♦
Ephraim is my helmet and Judah my sceptre.
8 ‘Moab shall be my washpot;
over Edom will I cast my sandal; ♦
across Philistia will I shout in triumph.’
9 Who will lead me into the strong city? ♦
Who will bring me into Edom?
10 Have you not cast us off, O God? ♦
Will you no longer go forth with our troops?
11 Grant us your help against the enemy, ♦
for earthly help is in vain.
12 Through God will we do great acts, ♦
for it is he that shall tread down our enemies.