8 Moab 'is' my pot for washing, over Edom I cast my shoe, Shout, concerning me, O Philistia.
9 Who doth bring me 'to' a city of bulwarks? Who hath led me unto Edom?
10 Is it not Thou, O God? hast Thou cast us off? And dost Thou not go forth, O God, with our hosts!
11 Give to us help from adversity, And vain 'is' the deliverance of man.
12 In God we do mightily, And He treadeth down our adversaries!
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