Psalms 83

1 A Song of a Psalm for Asaph. O God, who shall be compared to you? be not silent, neither be still, 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 behold, your enemies have made a noise; and they that hate you have lifted up the head.

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

3 Against your people they have craftily imagined a device, and have taken counsel against your saints.

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

4 They have said, Come, and let us utterly destroy them out of the nation; and let the name of Israel be remembered no more at all.

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 together with one consent: they have made a confederacy against you;

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

6 even the tents of the Idumeans, and the Ismaelites; Moab, and the Agarenes;

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

7 Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalec; the Philistines also, with them that dwell at Tyre.

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

8 Yes, Assur too is come with them: they have become a help to the children of Lot. (Pause)

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

9 Do you to them as to Madiam, and to Sisera; as to Jabin at the brook of Kison.

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

10 They were utterly destroyed at Aendor: they became as dung for the earth.

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

11 Make their princes as Oreb and Zeb, and Zebee and Salmana; [even] all their princes:

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

12 who said, let us take to ourselves the altar of God as an inheritance.

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

13 O my God, make them as a wheel; as stubble before the face of the wind.

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

14 As fire which shall burn up a wood, as the flame may consume the mountains;

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

15 so shall you persecute them with your tempest, and trouble them in your anger.

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

16 Fill their faces with dishonour; so shall they seek your name, O Lord.

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

17 Let them be ashamed and troubled for evermore; yes, let them be confounded and destroyed.

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

18 And let them know that your name is Lord; that you alone 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.