9 But Moab is my washbowl;I’ll throw my shoe at Edom.I shout in triumph over Philistia!
10 I wish someone would bring me to a fortified city!I wish someone would lead me to Edom!"
11 But you have rejected us, God, haven’t you?You, God, no longer accompany our armies.
12 Give us help against the enemy—human help is worthless.
13 With God we will triumph:God is the one who will trample our adversaries.