9 Moab [is] a pot for my washing, Upon Edom I cast my shoe, Over Philistia I shout habitually.
10 Who doth bring me in to the fenced city? Who hath led me unto Edom?
11 Hast not Thou, O God, cast us off? And Thou goest not out, O God, with our hosts!
12 Give to us help from adversity, And vain is the salvation of man.
13 In God we do mightily, And He doth tread down our adversaries!