8
Moab is my washpot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe: Philistia, triumph thou because of me.
9
Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom?
10
Wilt not thou, O God, which hadst cast us off? and thou, O God, which didst not go out with our armies?
11
Give us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.
12
Through God we shall do valiantly: for he it is that shall tread down our enemies.