Psalms 60

1 Unto the end. For those who will be changed, with the inscription of a title, of David himself, for instruction: when he set fire to Mesopotamia of Syria and Sobal, and Joab turned back and struck Idumea, in the valley of the salt pits, twelve thousand men. O God, you have rejected us, and you have ruined us. You became angry, and yet you have been merciful to us.

For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “The Lily of the Covenant.” A teaching poem by David, when he fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Joab returned, and killed twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt. God, you have rejected us. You have broken us down. You have been angry. Restore us, again.

2 You have moved the earth, and you have disturbed it. Heal its breaches, for it has been moved.

You have made the land tremble. You have torn it. Mend its fractures, for it quakes.

3 You have revealed to your people difficulties. You have made us drink the wine of remorse.

You have shown your people hard things. You have made us drink the wine that makes us stagger.

4 You have given a warning sign to those who fear you, so that they may flee from before the face of the bow, so that your beloved may be delivered.

You have given a banner to those who fear you, that it may be displayed because of the truth. (Selah)

5 Save me with your right hand, and hear me.

So that your beloved may be delivered, save with your right hand, and answer us.

6 God has spoken in his holy place: I will rejoice, and I will divide Shechem, and I will measure the steep valley of the tabernacles.

God has spoken from his sanctuary: “I will triumph. I will divide Shechem, and measure out the valley of Succoth.

7 Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine. And Ephraim is the strength of my head. Judah is my king.

Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine. Ephraim also is the defense of my head. Judah is my scepter.

8 Moab is the cooking pot of my hope. Into Idumea, I will extend my shoe. To me, the foreigners have been made subject.

Moab is my wash basin. I will throw my sandal on Edom. I shout in triumph over Philistia.”

9 Who will lead me into the fortified city? Who will lead me all the way to Idumea?

Who will bring me into the strong city? Who has led me to Edom?

10 Will not you, O God, who has rejected us? And will not you, O God, go out with our armies?

Haven’t you, God, rejected us? You don’t go out with our armies, God.

11 Grant us help from tribulation. For salvation from man is empty.

Give us help against the adversary, for the help of man is vain.

12 In God, we will act virtuously. And those who trouble us, he will lead to nothing.

Through God we will do valiantly, for it is he who will tread down our adversaries.