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You have rejected us, God, and burst upon us
You have been angry—now restore us!
You have shaken the land and torn it open
Mend its fractures, for it’s quaking

You have shown Your people desperate times
You have given us wine that makes stagger us
But for those who fear You, You have raised a banner
To be unfurled against the bow in a delicate manner

Save us and help us with Your right hand
That those You love may be delivered
God has spoken from His sanctuary
Saying the words we are all to carry:

“In triumph I will parcel out Shechem
And measure off the Valley of Sukkoth to treat them
Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is my sector
Ephraim is my helmet, Judah is my scepter

Moab is my washbasin, on Edom I toss my sandal
Over Philistia I shout in triumph without a scandal”

Who will bring me to the fortified city?
Who will lead me to Edom to see it?

Is it not You, God, You who have now rejected us
And no longer go out with our armies?
Give us aid against the enemy, for human help is worthless
With God we will gain the victory, and He will trample down our enemies