Psalms 83

1 A Song, a Melody of Asaph. O God, Do not keep quiet, Do not hold thy peace, Neither be thou still, O GOD!

A Song. A Psalm. Of Asaph. O God, do not keep quiet: let your lips be open and take no rest, O God.

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

For see! those who make war on you are out of control; your haters are lifting up their heads.

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

They have made wise designs against your people, talking together against those whom you keep in a secret place.

4 They have said—Come, and let us wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more.

They have said, Come, let us put an end to them as a nation; so that the name of Israel may go out of man's memory.

5 For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee—a covenant, would they solemnize—

For they have all come to an agreement; they are all joined together against you:

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

The tents of Edom and the Ishmaelites; Moab and the Hagarites;

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

Gebal and Ammon and Amalek; the Philistines and the people of Tyre;

8 Even Assyria hath joined herself with them, They have become an arm to the sons of Lot. (Selah)

Assur is joined with them; they have become the support of the children of Lot. (Selah)

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

Do to them what you did to the Midianites; what you did to Sisera and Jabin, at the stream of Kishon:

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

Who came to destruction at En-dor; their bodies became dust and waste.

11 Make them—their nobles—like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah and like Zalmunna, all their princes:

Make their chiefs like Oreb and Zeeb; and all their rulers like Zebah and Zalmunna:

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

Who have said, Let us take for our heritage the resting-place of God.

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

O my God, make them like the rolling dust; like dry stems before the wind.

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

As fire burning a wood, and as a flame causing fire on the mountains,

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

So go after them with your strong wind, and let them be full of fear because of your storm.

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

Let their faces be full of shame; so that they may give honour to your name, O Lord.

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

Let them be overcome and troubled for ever; let them be put to shame and come to destruction;

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

So that men may see that you only, whose name is Yahweh, are Most High over all the earth.