< Psalms 83 >

1 Keep not thou silence, O God: 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 make a tumult: 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 have taken crafty counsel against thy people, and consulted against thy hidden 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: they are confederate against thee:
For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee—a covenant, would they solemnize—
6 The tabernacles of Edom, and the Ishmaelites; of Moab, and the Hagarenes;
The tents of Edom, and the Ishmaelites, of Moab and the Hagarenes;
7 Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalek; the Philistines with the inhabitants of Tyre;
Gebal and Ammon, and Amalek, The Philistines, with the dwellers in Tyre;
8 Assur also is joined with them: they have holpen 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 unto them as unto the Midianites; as to Sisera, as to Jabin, at the brook of Kison:
Make them like Midian, like Sisera, like Jabin, by the torrent of Kishon;
10 Which perished at Endor: 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 like Zeeb: yea, all their princes as Zebah, and as Zalmunna:
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 houses of God in possession.
Who said—Let us take a possession for ourselves, The pastures of God!
13 O my God, make them like a wheel; as the stubble before the wind.
O my God, make them, As whirling [dust], As chaff before a wind;
14 As the fire burneth a wood, and as the flame setteth the mountains on fire;
As a fire burneth a forest, —And as a flame setteth mountains ablaze,
15 So persecute them with thy tempest, and make them afraid 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 Yhwh.
Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh;
17 Let them be confounded and troubled for ever; yea, let them be put to shame, and perish:
Let them turn pale, and be terrified to futurity, Yea let them blush, and perish:
18 That men may know that thou, whose name alone is Yhwh, art 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.

< Psalms 83 >