8Moab is my pot for washing, over Edom I cast my shoe, Shout, concerning me, O Philistia.
9Who doth bring me to a city of bulwarks? Who hath led me unto Edom?
10Is it not Thou, O God? hast Thou cast us off? And dost Thou not go forth, O God, with our hosts!
11Give to us help from adversity, And vain is the deliverance of man.
12In God we do mightily, And He treadeth down our adversaries!