Psalms 83
1 A song. A psalm of Asaph. God, please do not stay silent! You can't remain unmoved! God, you must not keep quiet!
A Song, a Melody of Asaph. O God, Do not keep quiet, Do not hold thy peace, Neither be thou still, O GOD!
2 Can't you hear the roars of your enemies? Can't you see how those who hate you are defiantly lifting up their heads?
For lo! thine enemies, are tumultuous, And, they who hate thee, have lifted up the head;
3 They invent cunning plans to conspire against your people; they plot against those you treasure.
Against thy people, they craftily devise a secret plot, And conspire against thy treasured ones.
4 They say, “Come on! Let's destroy them as a nation so the name ‘Israel’ will be completely forgotten.”
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 They all agree in their conspiracy; they've made a treaty together to attack you—
For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee—a covenant, would they solemnize—
6 the people of Edom, the Ishmaelites, Moab, and the Hagirites;
The tents of Edom, and the Ishmaelites, of Moab and the Hagarenes;
7 the people of Gebal and Ammon and Amalek, Philistia, and the inhabitants of Tyre.
Gebal and Ammon, and Amalek, The Philistines, with the dwellers in Tyre;
8 Assyria too has joined them, allied with the descendants 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 Midian, what you did to Sisera and Jabin at the Kishon River.
Make them like Midian, like Sisera, like Jabin, by the torrent of Kishon;
10 They were destroyed at Endor and became like manure to fertilize the ground.
They perished at En-dor, They become manure for the soil!
11 Make their leaders like Oreb and Zeeb; 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 for they said, “Let's take the pastures of God for ourselves!”
Who said—Let us take a possession for ourselves, The pastures of God!
13 My God, make them like whirling tumbleweeds, chaff blown away by the wind.
O my God, make them, As whirling [dust], As chaff before a wind;
14 Just like fire that burns the forest, a flame that sets fire to the mountains,
As a fire burneth a forest, —And as a flame setteth mountains ablaze,
15 in the same way chase them down with your storm, terrify them with your whirlwind.
So, wilt thou pursue them with thy tempest, —And, with thy storm-wind, wilt terrify them:
16 Shame them in defeat so that they come to you, Lord!
Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh;
17 Make them ashamed, terrify them forever so that they die in disgrace.
Let them turn pale, and be terrified to futurity, Yea let them blush, and perish:
18 Let them understand that you alone, called the Lord, are the Most High who rules over all the earth.
That men may know that, thou, Whose Name alone is Yahweh, Art Most High over all the earth.
