[1] God, you have rejected us—shattered us. You’ve been so angry. Now restore us! [2] You’ve made the ground quake, splitting it open. Now repair its cracks because it’s shaking apart! [3] You’ve made your people suffer hardship; you’ve given us wine and we stagger. [4] Give a flag to those who honor you, so they can rally around it, safe from attack. Selah [5] Save us by your power and answer us so that the people you love might be rescued. [6] God has spoken in his sanctuary: “I will celebrate as I divide up Shechem and portion out the Succoth Valley. [7] Gilead is mine; Manasseh is mine; Ephraim is my helmet; Judah is my scepter. [8] But Moab is my washbowl; I’ll throw my shoe at Edom. I shout in triumph over Philistia! [9] I wish someone would bring me to a fortified city! I wish someone would lead me to Edom!” [10] But you have rejected us, God, haven’t you? God, you no longer accompany our armies. [11] Give us help against the enemy; human help is worthless. [12] With God we will triumph; he’s the one who will trample our adversaries.
