Psalm 60

LOrd, thou of late hast cast us off,
and scatt'red us abroad,
Thou hast been sore displeas'd with us,
return to us, O God.
Thou mad'st the earth and state to quake,
and it thine anger brake,
The breaches of it now make up,
for it doth sorely shake.

Thou shewd'st hard things, and brought'st them on
the people that are thine,
Thou hast of great astonistment
made us to drink the wine.
But yet to gather them again,
as many as thee fear,
A banner thou hast now displaid,
to make thy truth appear.

Now that thy people, whom them lov'st,
may full deliverance have,
Preserve them all with thy right hand,
hear me in that I crave.
God spake thus in his holinesse,
my joy therein is great,
I will divide Shechem in parts,
and Succoth Valley mere.

Gilead I claim as mine by right,
Manasseh mine shall be,
Ephraim is of my head the strength,
Judah gives laws to me.
Moab I will my wash-pot make,
and Edom, over thee
I cast my shoe, Philistia
triumph thou over mee.

Who can unto the Towns of strength,
Or will me safely bring?
Who into Edom that strong land,
will bring me conquering?
Wilt not thou, O our God, that seem'st
us lately to reject?
Who with our armies when they marcht,
to go forth didst neglect?

Now give us help, our gracious God,
from trouble set us free,
For all the help that men can yield,
we finde most vain to be.
Now by th'assistance of our God,
we shall do valiantly,
For he our enemies shall tread down,
under our feet to ly.