Psalms 83

1 A Song. A Psalm. Of Asaph. O God, do not keep quiet: let your lips be open and take no rest, O God.

A Song, a Melody of Asaph. O God, Do not keep quiet, Do not hold thy peace, Neither be thou still, O GOD!

2 For see! those who make war on you are out of control; your haters are lifting up their heads.

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

3 They have made wise designs against your people, talking together against those whom you keep in a secret place.

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

4 They have said, Come, let us put an end to them as a nation; so that the name of Israel may go out of man's memory.

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 all come to an agreement; they are all joined together against you:

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

6 The tents of Edom and the Ishmaelites; Moab and the Hagarites;

The tents of Edom, and the Ishmaelites, of Moab and the Hagarenes;

7 Gebal and Ammon and Amalek; the Philistines and the people of Tyre;

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

8 Assur is joined with them; they have become the support of the children of Lot. (Selah)

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

9 Do to them what you did to the Midianites; what you did to Sisera and Jabin, at the stream of Kishon:

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

10 Who came to destruction at En-dor; their bodies became dust and waste.

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

11 Make their chiefs like Oreb and Zeeb; and all their rulers like Zebah and Zalmunna:

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

12 Who have said, Let us take for our heritage the resting-place of God.

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

13 O my God, make them like the rolling dust; like dry stems before the wind.

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

14 As fire burning a wood, and as a flame causing fire on the mountains,

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

15 So go after them with your strong wind, and let them be full of fear because of your storm.

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

16 Let their faces be full of shame; so that they may give honour to your name, O Lord.

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

17 Let them be overcome and troubled for ever; let them be put to shame and come to destruction;

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

18 So that men may see that you only, whose name is Yahweh, are Most High over all the earth.

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