Psalms

A Song, a Melody of Asaph.

83 O God, Do not keep quiet, Do not hold thy peace Neither be thou still, O God!

2 For lo! thine enemies are tumultuous, And they who hate thee have lifted up the head;

3 Against thy people they craftily devise a secret plot, And conspire against thy treasured ones.

4 They have said—Come and let us wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more.

5 For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee—a covenant would they solemnize—

6 The tents of Edom and the Ishmaelites Of Moab and the Hagarenes;

7 Gebal and Ammon and Amalek, The Philistines with the dwellers in Tyre;

8 Even Assyria hath joined herself with them, They have become an arm to the sons of Lot. [Selah.

9 Make them like Midian, Like Sisera, like Jabin by the torrent of Kishon;

10 They perished at En-dor, They become manure for the soil!

11 Make them—their nobles—like Oreb and like Zeeb, And like Zebah and like Zalmunna all their princes:

12 Who said—Let us take a possession for ourselves The pastures of God!

13 O my God, make them As whirling [dust], As chaff before a wind;

14 As a fire burneth a forest,—And as a flame setteth mountains ablaze

15 So wilt thou pursue them with thy tempest,—And with thy storm-wind wilt terrify them:

16 Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh;

17 Let them turn pale and be terrified to futurity, Yea let them blush and perish:

18 That men may know that thou Whose Name alone is Yahweh Art Most High over all the earth.