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. God, please do not stay silent! You can't remain unmoved! God, you must not keep quiet!
2 For lo! thine enemies, are tumultuous, And, they who hate thee, have lifted up the head;
Can't you hear the roars of your enemies? Can't you see how those who hate you are defiantly lifting up their heads?
3 Against thy people, they craftily devise a secret plot, And conspire against thy treasured ones.
They invent cunning plans to conspire against your people; they plot against those you treasure.
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 say, “Come on! Let's destroy them as a nation so the name ‘Israel’ will be completely forgotten.”
5 For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee—a covenant, would they solemnize—
They all agree in their conspiracy; they've made a treaty together to attack you—
6 The tents of Edom, and the Ishmaelites, of Moab and the Hagarenes;
the people of Edom, the Ishmaelites, Moab, and the Hagirites;
7 Gebal and Ammon, and Amalek, The Philistines, with the dwellers in Tyre;
the people of Gebal and Ammon and Amalek, Philistia, and the inhabitants of Tyre.
8 Even Assyria hath joined herself with them, They have become an arm to the sons of Lot. (Selah)
Assyria too has joined them, allied with the descendants of Lot. (Selah)
9 Make them like Midian, like Sisera, like Jabin, by the torrent of Kishon;
Do to them what you did to Midian, what you did to Sisera and Jabin at the Kishon River.
10 They perished at En-dor, They become manure for the soil!
They were destroyed at Endor and became like manure to fertilize the ground.
11 Make them—their nobles—like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah and like Zalmunna, all their princes:
Make their leaders like Oreb and Zeeb; all their rulers like Zebah and Zalmunna,
12 Who said—Let us take a possession for ourselves, The pastures of God!
for they said, “Let's take the pastures of God for ourselves!”
13 O my God, make them, As whirling [dust], As chaff before a wind;
My God, make them like whirling tumbleweeds, chaff blown away by the wind.
14 As a fire burneth a forest, —And as a flame setteth mountains ablaze,
Just like fire that burns the forest, a flame that sets fire to the mountains,
15 So, wilt thou pursue them with thy tempest, —And, with thy storm-wind, wilt terrify them:
in the same way chase them down with your storm, terrify them with your whirlwind.
16 Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh;
Shame them in defeat so that they come to you, Lord!
17 Let them turn pale, and be terrified to futurity, Yea let them blush, and perish:
Make them ashamed, terrify them forever so that they die in disgrace.
18 That men may know that, thou, Whose Name alone is Yahweh, Art Most High over all the earth.
Let them understand that you alone, called the Lord, are the Most High who rules over all the earth.
