8Moab the pot that I wash in, Edom — I cast my shoe over it, I shout o'er Philistia in triumph.”
9O to be brought to the fortified city! O to be led into Edom!
10Have you not spurned us, O God? You do not march forth with our armies.
11Grant us help from the foe, for human help is worthless.
12With God we shall yet do bravely: he himself will tread down our foes.