1 O God, thou hast cast us off, and hast destroyed us; thou hast been angry, and hast had mercy on us.
2 Thou hast moved the earth, and hast troubled it: heal thou the breaches thereof, for it has been moved.
3 Thou hast shewn thy people hard things; thou hast made us drink wine of sorrow.
4 Thou hast given a warning to them that fear thee: that they may flee from before the bow: That thy beloved may be delivered.
5 Save me with thy right hand, and hear me.
6 God hath spoken in his holy place: I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem; and will mete out the vale of tabernacles.
7 Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine: and Ephraim is the strength of my head. Juda is my king:
8 Moab is the pot of my hope. Into Edom will I stretch out my shoe: to me the foreigners are made subject.
9 Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom?
10 Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go out with our armies?
11 Give us help from trouble: for vain is the salvation of man.
12 Through God we shall do mightily: and he shall bring to nothing them that afflict us.