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Psalms 59

For the end, for them that shall yet be changed; for an inscription by David for instruction,

when he had burned Mesopotamia of Syria, and Syria Sobal, and Joab had returned and smitten in the valley of salt twelve thousand.

O God, thou hast rejected and destroyed us; thou hast been angry, yet hast pitied us.

Thou hast shaken the earth, and troubled it; heal its breaches, for it has been shaken.

Thou hast shewn thy people hard things: thou hast made us drink the wine of astonishment.

Thou hast given a token to them that fear thee, that they might flee from the bow. Pause.

That thy beloved ones may be delivered; save with thy right hand, and hear me.

God has spoken in his holiness; I will rejoice, and divide Sicima, and measure out the valley of tents.

Galaad is mine, and Manasse is mine; and Ephraim is the strength of my head;

Judas is my king; Moab is the caldron of my hope; over Idumea will I stretch out my shoe; the Philistines have been subjected to me.

Who will lead me into the fortified city? who will guide me as far as Idumea?

Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go forth with our forces?

Give us help from trouble: for vain is the deliverance of man.

In God will we do valiantly; and he shall bring to nought them that harass us.