Psalms 83

1 “A song or psalm of Assaph.” O God, take no rest for thyself: be not silent and keep 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, thy enemies make a tumult, and they that hate thee have lifted up their head.

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

3 Against thy people they take crafty secret device, and they consult against those whom thou protectest.

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; and the name of Israel shall be remembered no more.

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 cordially together; against thee 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 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 Also Asshur is joined with them; they have become an arm unto 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] Midian; as to Sissera, as to Jabin, at the brook Kishon:

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

10 Who were annihilated at 'En-dor; they became as dung for the ground.

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

11 Render them, their nobles, like 'Oreb, and like Zeeb; yea, like Zebach and like 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 conquer for ourselves the dwellings of God,

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

13 O my God, render them like the thistle-down, like stubble before the wind.

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

14 As the fire burneth up a forest, and as the flame setteth the mountains on fire:

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

15 So pursue them with thy storm, and with thy whirlwind do thou terrify them.

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 made ashamed and terrified for ever and aye; yea, let them be put to the blush and perish:

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

18 That they may know that thou, whose name is the Eternal, art by thyself alone, 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.