< 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 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, are tumultuous, And, they who hate thee, have lifted up the head;
For lo! thine enemies, are tumultuous, And, they who hate thee, have lifted up the head;
3 Against thy people, they craftily devise a secret plot, And conspire against thy treasured ones.
Against thy people, they craftily devise a secret plot, And conspire against thy treasured ones.
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, and let us wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more.
5 For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee—a covenant, would they solemnize—
For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee—a covenant, would they solemnize—
6 The tents 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 dwellers in Tyre;
Gebal and Ammon, and Amalek, The Philistines, with the dwellers in Tyre;
8 Even Assyria hath joined herself with them, They have become an arm to the sons of Lot. (Selah)
Even Assyria hath joined herself with them, They have become an arm to the sons of Lot. (Selah)
9 Make them like Midian, like Sisera, like Jabin, by the torrent of Kishon;
Make them like Midian, like Sisera, like Jabin, by the torrent of Kishon;
10 They perished at En-dor, They become manure for the soil!
They perished at En-dor, They become manure for the soil!
11 Make them—their nobles—like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah 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 take a possession for ourselves, The pastures of God!
Who said—Let us take a possession for ourselves, The pastures of God!
13 O my God, make them, As whirling [dust], As chaff before a wind;
O my God, make them, As whirling [dust], As chaff before a wind;
14 As a fire burneth a forest, —And as a flame setteth mountains ablaze,
As a fire burneth a forest, —And as a flame setteth mountains ablaze,
15 So, wilt thou pursue them with thy tempest, —And, with thy storm-wind, wilt terrify them:
So, wilt thou pursue them with thy tempest, —And, with thy storm-wind, wilt terrify them:
16 Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh;
Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh;
17 Let them turn pale, and be terrified to futurity, Yea let them blush, 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 Yahweh, Art Most High over all the earth.
That men may know that, thou, Whose Name alone is Yahweh, Art Most High over all the earth.