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!
The song of the salm of Asaph. God, who schal be lijk thee? God, be thou not stille, nether be thou peesid.
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! thin enemyes sowneden; and thei that haten thee reisiden the heed.
3 They invent cunning plans to conspire against your people; they plot against those you treasure.
Thei maden a wickid counsel on thi puple; and thei thouyten ayens thi seyntis.
4 They say, “Come on! Let's destroy them as a nation so the name ‘Israel’ will be completely forgotten.”
Thei seiden, Come ye, and leese we hem fro the folk; and the name of Israel be no more hadde in mynde.
5 They all agree in their conspiracy; they've made a treaty together to attack you—
For thei thouyten with oon acord;
6 the people of Edom, the Ishmaelites, Moab, and the Hagirites;
the tabernaclis of Ydumeys, and men of Ismael disposiden a testament togidere ayens thee. Moab, and Agarenus, Jebal, and Amon, and Amalech;
7 the people of Gebal and Ammon and Amalek, Philistia, and the inhabitants of Tyre.
alienys with hem that dwellen in Tyre.
8 Assyria too has joined them, allied with the descendants of Lot. (Selah)
For Assur cometh with hem; thei ben maad in to help to the sones of Loth.
9 Do to them what you did to Midian, what you did to Sisera and Jabin at the Kishon River.
Make thou to hem as to Madian, and Sisara; as to Jabyn in the stronde of Sison.
10 They were destroyed at Endor and became like manure to fertilize the ground.
Thei perischiden in Endor; thei weren maad as a toord of erthe.
11 Make their leaders like Oreb and Zeeb; all their rulers like Zebah and Zalmunna,
Putte thou the prynces of hem as Oreb and Zeb; and Zebee and Salmana. Alle the princis of hem, that seiden;
12 for they said, “Let's take the pastures of God for ourselves!”
Holde we bi eritage the seyntuarie of God.
13 My God, make them like whirling tumbleweeds, chaff blown away by the wind.
My God, putte thou hem as a whele; and as stobil bifor the face of the wynde.
14 Just like fire that burns the forest, a flame that sets fire to the mountains,
As fier that brenneth a wode; and as flawme brynnynge hillis.
15 in the same way chase them down with your storm, terrify them with your whirlwind.
So thou schalt pursue hem in thi tempeste; and thou schalt disturble hem in thin ire.
16 Shame them in defeat so that they come to you, Lord!
Lord, fille thou the faces of hem with schenschipe; and thei schulen seke thi name.
17 Make them ashamed, terrify them forever so that they die in disgrace.
Be thei aschamed, and be thei disturblid in to world of world; and be thei schent and perische thei.
18 Let them understand that you alone, called the Lord, are the Most High who rules over all the earth.
And knowe thei, that the Lord is name to thee; thou aloone art the hiyeste in ech lond.
