59:2. 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.
59:3. O God, thou hast cast us off, and hast destroyed us; thou hast been angry, and hast had mercy on us.
59:4. Thou hast moved the earth, and hast troubled it: heal thou the breaches thereof, for it has been moved.
59:5. Thou hast shewn thy people hard things; thou hast made us drink the wine of sorrow.
59:6. Thou hast given a warning to them that fear thee: that they may flee from before the bow: That thy beloved may be delivered.
59:7. Save me with thy right hand, and hear me.
59:8. God hath spoken in his holy place: I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem; and will mete out the vale of tabernacles.
59:9. Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine: and Ephraim is the strength of my head. Juda is my king:
59:10. Moab is the pot of my hope. Into Edom will I stretch out my shoe: to me the foreigners are made subject.
The pot of my hope. . .Or my watering pot. That is, a vessel for meaner uses, by being reduced to serve me, even in the meanest employments.—Ibid. Foreigners. . .So the Philistines are called, who had no kindred with the Israelites; whereas the Edomites, Moabites, etc., were originally of the same family.