O God, you have cast us off and broken us :
you were enraged against us O restore us again!
You have caused the land to quake, you have rent it open :
heal the rifts, for the earth quivers and breaks.
You have steeped your people in a bitter draught :
you have given them a wine to make them stagger.
You have caused those that fear you to take flight :
so that they run from the bow.
O save us by your right hand, and answer us :
that those whom you love may be delivered.
God has said in his holy place :
I will exult and divide Shechem,
I will parcel out the valley of Succoth.
Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine :
Ephraim is my helmet, and Judah my rod of command.
Moab is my wash-bowl, over Edom will I cast my shoe :
against Philistia will I shout in triumph.
Who will lead me into the fortified city :
who will bring me into Edom?
Have you not cast us off, O God? :
you go not out with our armies.
Give us your help against the enemy :
for vain is the help of man.
By the power of our God we shall do valiantly :
for it is he that will tread down our enemies.