Psalms 83

1 A Song, a Psalm of Asaph. O God, keep not Thou silence; hold not Thy peace, and be not 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, lo, Thine enemies are in an uproar; and they that hate Thee have lifted up the head.

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

3 They hold crafty converse against Thy people, and take counsel against Thy treasured ones.

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

4 They have said: 'Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation; that the name of Israel may be no more in remembrance.'

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 consulted together with one consent; against Thee do they make a covenant;

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 Hagrites;

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

7 Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalek; Philistia with the inhabitants of Tyre;

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

8 Assyria also is joined with them; they have been an arm to 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 Thou unto them as unto Midian; as to Sisera, as to Jabin, at the brook Kishon;

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

10 Who were destroyed at En-dor; they became as dung for the earth.

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

11 Make their nobles like Oreb and Zeeb, and like Zebah and Zalmunna 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 in possession the habitations of God.'

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

13 O my God, make them like the whirling dust; as stubble before the wind.

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

14 As the fire that burneth the forest, and as the flame that setteth the mountains ablaze;

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

15 So pursue them with Thy tempest, and affright them with Thy storm.

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

16 Fill their faces with shame; that they may seek Thy name, O LORD.

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

17 Let them be ashamed and affrighted for ever; yea, let them be abashed and perish;

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

18 That they may know that it is Thou alone whose name is the LORD, the Most High over all the earth.

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