8 Moab is my washpot; over Edom I will cast out my shoe; Philistia, triumph thou because of me.
9 Who will bring me into the strong city? Who will lead me into Edom?
10 Surely thou, O God, who had cast us off; and thou, O God, who did not go out with our armies.
11 Give us help from trouble, for vain is the salvation of man.
12 Through God we shall do valiantly, for he it is that shall tread down our enemies.