Psalm 60
For the director of music. To the tune of “The Lily of the Covenant.” A miktam of David. For teaching. When he fought Aram Naharaim and Aram Zobah, and when Joab returned and struck down twelve thousand Edomites in the Valley of Salt.
O God, you've rejected us — broke our defenses;
and you've been so angry — restore us again!
You've shaken our land and you've split it wide open;
repair now its breaches, it quakes without end.
You've made us, your people, experience hardship;
you've given us wine that has staggered us so.
You've raised up a banner for those who would fear you,
a rallying point as they flee from the bow.
Selah [Interlude]
Now, save your loved people with your right hand's power.
God's spoken in holiness, Triumph is mine!
With joy I'll divide up and parcel out Shechem;
the valley of Succoth will I reassign.
For Gilead's mine as is also Manasseh;
my helmet is Ephraim; Judah's my seat.
My washpot is Moab; my shoes cast to Edom;
Philistia's mine — hear the shout of defeat!
Now, who will take me to the fortified city?
And who'll lead me up to that Edomite gate?
Are we not forgotten, God, with your rejection?
You no longer march with our armies of late.
Oh, give us your help with our foes to defeat them,
for hope of salvation by man is in vain.
With God's help we'll do mighty things with great valor;
he'll trample our enemies down with disdain.
O God, you've rejected us — broke our defenses;
and you've been so angry — restore us again!
You've shaken our land and you've split it wide open;
repair now its breaches, it quakes without end.
You've made us, your people, experience hardship;
you've given us wine that has staggered us so.
You've raised up a banner for those who would fear you,
a rallying point as they flee from the bow.
Selah [Interlude]
Now, save your loved people with your right hand's power.
God's spoken in holiness, Triumph is mine!
With joy I'll divide up and parcel out Shechem;
the valley of Succoth will I reassign.
For Gilead's mine as is also Manasseh;
my helmet is Ephraim; Judah's my seat.
My washpot is Moab; my shoes cast to Edom;
Philistia's mine — hear the shout of defeat!
Now, who will take me to the fortified city?
And who'll lead me up to that Edomite gate?
Are we not forgotten, God, with your rejection?
You no longer march with our armies of late.
Oh, give us your help with our foes to defeat them,
for hope of salvation by man is in vain.
With God's help we'll do mighty things with great valor;
he'll trample our enemies down with disdain.
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