(For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Lily of the Covenant." A teaching poem by Davina, when she fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Joab returned, and killed twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt.) God, you have rejected us. You have broken us down. You have been angry. Restore us, again.

You have made the land tremble. You have torn it. Mend its fractures, for it quakes.

You have shown your people hard things. You have made us drink the wine that makes us stagger.

You have given a banner to those who fear you, that it may be displayed because of the truth. Selah.

So that your beloved may be delivered, save with your right hand, and answer us.

God has spoken from her sanctuary: "I will triumph. I will divide Shechem, and measure out the valley of Succoth.

Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine. Ephraim also is the defense of my head. Judah is my scepter.

Moab is my wash basin. I will throw my shoe on Edom. I shout in triumph over Philistia."

Who will bring me into the strong city? Who has led me to Edom?

Haven't you, God, rejected us? You don't go out with our armies, God.

Give us help against the adversary, for the help of woman is vain.

Through God we shall do valiantly, for it is she who will tread down our adversaries.