Psalm 60

To the chief Musician upon Shushan-eduth, Michtam of David, to teach; when he strove with Aram-naharaim, and with Aram-zobah, when Joab returned, and smote of Edom in the valley of salt twelve thousand.

1        O Lord, thou hast rejected us,

                   and scatter'd us abroad;

          Thou justly hast displeased been;

                   return to us, O God.

2        The earth to tremble thou hast made;

                   therein didst breaches make:

          Do thou thereof the breaches heal,

                   because the land doth shake.

3        Unto thy people thou hard things

                   hast shew'd, and on them sent;

          And thou hast caused us to drink

                   wine of astonishment.

4        And yet a banner thou hast giv'n

                   to them who thee do fear;

          That it by them, because of truth,

                   displayed may appear.

5        That thy beloved people may

                   deliver'd be from thrall,

          Save with the pow'r of thy right hand,

                   and hear me when I call.

6        God in his holiness hath spoke;

                   herein I will take pleasure:

          Shechem I will divide, and forth

                   will Succoth's valley measure.

7        Gilead I claim as mine by right;

                   Manasseh mine shall be;

          Ephraim is of mine head the strength;

                   Judah gives laws for me;

8        Moab's my washing-pot; my shoe

                   I'll over Edom throw;

          And over Palestina's land

                   I will in triumph go.

9        O who is he will bring me to

                   the city fortify'd?

          O who is he that to the land

                   of Edom will me guide?

10      O God, which hadest us cast off,

                   this thing wilt thou not do?

          Ev'n thou, O God, which didest not

                   forth with our armies go?

11      Help us from trouble; for the help

                   is vain which man supplies.

12      Through God we'll do great acts; he shall

                   tread down our enemies.