Psalms 83

1 A Song [or] Psalm of Asaph. 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 LORD.

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] JEHOVAH, [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.