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