Psalm 60:1–12

O God, you have rejected us, broken our defenses;

you have been angry; oh, restore us.

You have made the land to quake; you have torn it open;

repair its breaches, for it totters.

You have made your people see hard things;

you have given us wine to drink that made us stagger.

You have set up a banner for those who fear you,

that they may flee to it from the bow. Selah

That your beloved ones may be delivered,

give salvation by your right hand and answer us!

God has spoken in his holiness:

“With exultation I will divide up Shechem

and portion out the Vale of Succoth.

Gilead is mine; Manasseh is mine;

Ephraim is my helmet;

Judah is my scepter.

Moab is my washbasin;

upon Edom I cast my shoe;

over Philistia I shout in triumph.”

Who will bring me to the fortified city?

Who will lead me to Edom?

Have you not rejected us, O God?

You do not go forth, O God, with our armies.

Oh, grant us help against the foe,

for vain is the salvation of man!

With God we shall do valiantly;

it is he who will tread down our foes.

You have rejected us, God, and burst upon us;

you have been angry—now restore us!

You have shaken the land and torn it open;

mend its fractures, for it is quaking.

You have shown your people desperate times;

you have given us wine that makes us stagger.

But for those who fear you, you have raised a banner

to be unfurled against the bow.

Save us and help us with your right hand,

that those you love may be delivered.

God has spoken from his sanctuary:

“In triumph I will parcel out Shechem

and measure off the Valley of Sukkoth.

Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine;

Ephraim is my helmet,

Judah is my scepter.

Moab is my washbasin,

on Edom I toss my sandal;

over Philistia I shout in triumph.”

Who will bring me to the fortified city?

Who will lead me to Edom?

Is it not you, God, you who have now rejected us

and no longer go out with our armies?

Give us aid against the enemy,

for human help is worthless.

With God we will gain the victory,

and he will trample down our enemies.

God, you have rejected us;

you have broken us down;

you have been angry. Restore us!

You have shaken the land and split it open.

Heal its fissures, for it shudders.

You have made your people suffer hardship;

you have given us wine to drink

that made us stagger.

You have given a signal flag to those who fear you,

so that they can flee before the archers.

Selah

Save with your right hand, and answer me,

so that those you love may be rescued.

God has spoken in his sanctuary:

“I will celebrate!

I will divide up Shechem.

I will apportion the Valley of Succoth.

Gilead is mine, Manasseh is mine,

and Ephraim is my helmet;

Judah is my scepter.

Moab is my washbasin.

I throw my sandal on Edom;

I shout in triumph over Philistia.”

Who will bring me to the fortified city?

Who will lead me to Edom?

God, haven’t you rejected us?

God, you do not march out with our armies.

Give us aid against the foe,

for human help is worthless.

With God we will perform valiantly;

he will trample our foes.

You have rejected us, O God, and broken our defenses.

You have been angry with us; now restore us to your favor.

You have shaken our land and split it open.

Seal the cracks, for the land trembles.

You have been very hard on us,

making us drink wine that sent us reeling.

But you have raised a banner for those who fear you—

a rallying point in the face of attack.

Interlude

Now rescue your beloved people.

Answer and save us by your power.

God has promised this by his holiness:

“I will divide up Shechem with joy.

I will measure out the valley of Succoth.

Gilead is mine,

and Manasseh, too.

Ephraim, my helmet, will produce my warriors,

and Judah, my scepter, will produce my kings.

But Moab, my washbasin, will become my servant,

and I will wipe my feet on Edom

and shout in triumph over Philistia.”

Who will bring me into the fortified city?

Who will bring me victory over Edom?

Have you rejected us, O God?

Will you no longer march with our armies?

Oh, please help us against our enemies,

for all human help is useless.

With God’s help we will do mighty things,

for he will trample down our foes.

O God, you have rejected us. You have broken us.

You have been angry. Restore us!

You have made the land quake. You have split it open.

Heal its fissures, because it totters.

You have shown your people hard things;

You have given us wine that staggers.

You have rallied those who fear you round a banner

out of bowshot, Selah

so that your beloved ones may be rescued.

Save by your right hand and answer us.

God has spoken in his holiness,

“I will rejoice;

I will divide up Shechem,

and portion out the valley of Succoth.

Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine,

and Ephraim is the helmet for my head;

Judah is my scepter.

Moab is my washing pot;

over Edom, I will cast my sandal.

On account of me, O Philistia, raise a shout.”

Who will bring me to the fortified city?

Who will lead me to Edom?

Have not you yourself rejected us, O God,

and not gone out with our armies, O God?

Give us help against the adversary,

for the help of humankind is futile.

Through God we will do valiantly,

and it is he who will tread down our enemies.

O God, thou hast cast us off, thou hast scattered us,

Thou hast been displeased; O turn thyself to us again.

Thou hast made the earth to tremble; thou hast broken it:

Heal the breaches thereof; for it shaketh.

Thou hast shewed thy people hard things:

Thou hast made us to drink the wine of astonishment.

Thou hast given a banner to them that fear thee,

That it may be displayed because of the truth. Selah.

That thy beloved may be delivered;

Save with thy right hand, and hear me.

God hath spoken in his holiness;

I will rejoice, I will divide Shechem,

And mete out the valley of Succoth.

Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine;

Ephraim also is the strength of mine head;

Judah is my lawgiver;

Moab is my washpot;

Over Edom will I cast out my shoe:

Philistia, triumph thou because of me.

Who will bring me into the strong city?

Who will lead me into Edom?

Wilt not thou, O God, which hadst cast us off?

And thou, O God, which didst not go out with our armies?

Give us help from trouble:

For vain is the help of man.

Through God we shall do valiantly:

For he it is that shall tread down our enemies.