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!

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

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

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

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

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.

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

For thei thouyten with oon acord;

6 The tents of Edom, and the Ishmaelites, of 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 dwellers in Tyre;

alienys with hem that dwellen in Tyre.

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

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

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

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

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

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

11 Make them—their nobles—like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah 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 take a possession for ourselves, The pastures of God!

Holde we bi eritage the seyntuarie of God.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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