< Psalms 60 >
1 For the leader. On shushan eduth. A michtam of David (for teaching), when he fought with Aram-naharaim and Aram-zobah, and Joab returned and defeated twelve thousand Edomites in the Valley of Salt. O God, you have spurned and broken us, routing us in your wrath – restore us!
For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lily of the Covenant.” A Miktam of David for instruction. When he fought Aram-naharaim and Aram-zobah, and Joab returned and struck down 12,000 Edomites in the Valley of Salt. You have rejected us, O God; You have broken us; You have been angry; restore us!
2 You have shaken the land and cleft it; heal its tottering breaches.
You have shaken the land and torn it open. Heal its fractures, for it is quaking.
3 You have made your people drink hardship, and given us wine of reeling.
You have shown Your people hardship; we are staggered from the wine You made us drink.
4 You have given those who fear you a banner, a rallying-place from the bow, (Selah)
You have raised a banner for those who fear You, that they may flee the bow.
5 for the rescue of your beloved. Save by your right hand and answer us.
Respond and save us with Your right hand, that Your beloved may be delivered.
6 God did solemnly swear: ‘As victor will I divide Shechem, and mete out the valley of Succoth.
God has spoken from His sanctuary: “I will triumph! I will parcel out Shechem and apportion the Valley of Succoth.
7 Mine is Gilead, mine is Manasseh, Ephraim is the defence of my head, Judah my sceptre of rule,
Gilead is Mine, and Manasseh is Mine; Ephraim is My helmet, Judah is My scepter.
8 Moab the pot that I wash in, Edom – I cast my shoe over it, I shout o’er Philistia in triumph.’
Moab is My washbasin; upon Edom I toss My sandal; over Philistia I shout in triumph.”
9 O to be brought to the fortified city! O to be led into Edom!
Who will bring me to the fortified city? Who will lead me to Edom?
10 Have you not spurned us, O God? You do not march forth with our armies.
Have You not rejected us, O God? Will You no longer march out, O God, with our armies?
11 Grant us help from the foe, for human help is worthless.
Give us aid against the enemy, for the help of man is worthless.
12 With God we shall yet do bravely: he himself will tread down our foes.
With God we will perform with valor, and He will trample our enemies.