Psalms 60

NEW JERUSALEM	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 [For the choirmaster To the tune 'The decree is a lily' In a quiet voice Of David To be learnt When hewas at war with Aram-Naharaim and Aram-Zobah, and Joab marched back to destroy twelve thousand Edomitesin the Val ey of Salt] God, you have rejected us, broken us, you were angry, come back to us!	1 Unto the end, for them that shall be changed, for the inscription of a title, to David himself, for doctrine,
2 You made the earth tremble, split it open; now mend the rifts, it is tottering stil .	2 when he set fire to Mesopotamia of Syria and Sobal and Joab returned and slew of Edom, in the vale of the saltpits, twelve thousand men.
3 You have forced your people to drink a bitter draught, forced us to drink a wine that made us reel.	3 O God, thou hast cast us off, and hast destroyed us; thou hast been angry, and hast had mercy on us.
4 You gave a signal to those who fear you to let them escape out of range of the bow.Pause	4 Thou hast moved the earth, and hast troubled it: heal thou the breaches thereof, for it has been moved.
5 To rescue those you love, save with your right hand and answer us.	5 Thou hast shewn thy people hard things; thou hast made us drink wine of sorrow.
6 God has spoken from his sanctuary, 'In triumph I wil divide up Shechem, and share out the Valley ofSuccoth.	6 Thou hast given a warning to them that fear thee: that they may flee from before the bow: That thy beloved may be delivered.
7 'Mine is Gilead, mine Manasseh, Ephraim the helmet on my head, Judah my commander's baton,	7 Save me with thy right hand, and hear me.
8 'Moab a bowl for me to wash in, on Edom I plant my sandal. Now try shouting "Victory!" over me,Philistia!'	8 God hath spoken in his holy place: I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem; and will mete out the vale of tabernacles.
9 Who wil lead me against a fortified city, who wil guide me into Edom,	9 Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine: and Ephraim is the strength of my head. Juda is my king:
10 if not you, the God who has rejected us? God, you no longer march with our armies.	10 Moab is the pot of my hope. Into Edom will I stretch out my shoe: to me the foreigners are made subject.
11 Bring us help in our time of crisis, any human help is worthless.	11 Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom?
12 With God we shal do deeds of valour, he wil trample down our enemies.	12 Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go out with our armies?
	13 Give us help from trouble: for vain is the salvation of man.
	14 Through God we shall do mightily: and he shall bring to nothing them that afflict us.