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