Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.

O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me.

By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

O clap your hands, all ye people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

Moab is my washpot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe: Philistia, triumph thou because of me.

For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.

LORD, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?

Save us, O LORD our God, and gather us from among the heathen, to give thanks unto thy holy name, and to triumph in thy praise.

Moab is my washpot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe; over Philistia will I triumph.

Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.