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!

The song of the salm of Asaph. God, who schal be lijk thee? God, be thou not stille, nether be thou peesid.

2 For, lo, thy enemies make a tumult, and they that hate thee have lifted up their head.

For lo! thin enemyes sowneden; and thei that haten thee reisiden the heed.

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

Thei maden a wickid counsel on thi puple; and thei thouyten ayens thi seyntis.

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.

Thei seiden, Come ye, and leese we hem fro the folk; and the name of Israel be no more hadde in mynde.

5 For they have consulted cordially together; against thee they make a covenant:

For thei thouyten with oon acord;

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

the tabernaclis of Ydumeys, and men of Ismael disposiden a testament togidere ayens thee. Moab, and Agarenus, Jebal, and Amon, and Amalech;

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

alienys with hem that dwellen in Tyre.

8 Also Asshur is joined with them; they have become an arm unto the children of Lot. (Selah)

For Assur cometh with hem; thei ben maad in to help to the sones of Loth.

9 Do unto them as [unto] Midian; as to Sissera, as to Jabin, at the brook Kishon:

Make thou to hem as to Madian, and Sisara; as to Jabyn in the stronde of Sison.

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

Thei perischiden in Endor; thei weren maad as a toord of erthe.

11 Render them, their nobles, like 'Oreb, and like Zeeb; yea, like Zebach and like Zalmunna' all their princes;

Putte thou the prynces of hem as Oreb and Zeb; and Zebee and Salmana. Alle the princis of hem, that seiden;

12 Who said, Let us conquer for ourselves the dwellings of God,

Holde we bi eritage the seyntuarie of God.

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

My God, putte thou hem as a whele; and as stobil bifor the face of the wynde.

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

As fier that brenneth a wode; and as flawme brynnynge hillis.

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

So thou schalt pursue hem in thi tempeste; and thou schalt disturble hem in thin ire.

16 Fill their faces with shame, that they may seek thy name, O Lord!

Lord, fille thou the faces of hem with schenschipe; and thei schulen seke thi name.

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

Be thei aschamed, and be thei disturblid in to world of world; and be thei schent and perische thei.

18 That they may know that thou, whose name is the Eternal, art by thyself alone, the Most High over all the earth.

And knowe thei, that the Lord is name to thee; thou aloone art the hiyeste in ech lond.