Psalms 83
1 The song of the salm of Asaph. God, who schal be lijk thee? God, be thou not stille, nether be thou peesid.
A Song; a Psalm of Asaph. O God, keep not silence; hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God:
2 For lo! thin enemyes sowneden; and thei that haten thee reisiden the heed.
For behold, thine enemies make a tumult; and they that hate thee lift up the head.
3 Thei maden a wickid counsel on thi puple; and thei thouyten ayens thi seyntis.
They take crafty counsel against thy people, and consult against thy hidden ones:
4 Thei seiden, Come ye, and leese we hem fro the folk; and the name of Israel be no more hadde in mynde.
They say, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation, and let the name of Israel be mentioned no more.
5 For thei thouyten with oon acord;
For they have consulted together with one heart: they have made an alliance together against thee.
6 the tabernaclis of Ydumeys, and men of Ismael disposiden a testament togidere ayens thee. Moab, and Agarenus, Jebal, and Amon, and Amalech;
The tents of Edom and the Ishmaelites, Moab and the Hagarites;
7 alienys with hem that dwellen in Tyre.
Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalek; Philistia, with the inhabitants of Tyre;
8 For Assur cometh with hem; thei ben maad in to help to the sones of Loth.
Asshur also is joined with them: they are an arm to the sons of Lot. (Selah)
9 Make thou to hem as to Madian, and Sisara; as to Jabyn in the stronde of Sison.
Do unto them as to Midian; as to Sisera, as to Jabin, at the torrent of Kishon:
10 Thei perischiden in Endor; thei weren maad as a toord of erthe.
Who were destroyed at Endor; they became as dung for the ground.
11 Putte thou the prynces of hem as Oreb and Zeb; and Zebee and Salmana. Alle the princis of hem, that seiden;
Make their nobles as Oreb and as Zeeb; and all their chiefs as Zebah and as Zalmunna.
12 Holde we bi eritage the seyntuarie of God.
For they have said, Let us take to ourselves God's dwelling-places in possession.
13 My God, putte thou hem as a whele; and as stobil bifor the face of the wynde.
O my God, make them like a whirling thing, like stubble before the wind.
14 As fier that brenneth a wode; and as flawme brynnynge hillis.
As fire burneth a forest, and as the flame setteth the mountains on fire,
15 So thou schalt pursue hem in thi tempeste; and thou schalt disturble hem in thin ire.
So pursue them with thy tempest, and terrify them with thy whirlwind.
16 Lord, fille thou the faces of hem with schenschipe; and thei schulen seke thi name.
Fill their faces with shame, that they may seek thy name, O Jehovah.
17 Be thei aschamed, and be thei disturblid in to world of world; and be thei schent and perische thei.
Let them be put to shame and be dismayed for ever, and let them be confounded and perish:
18 And knowe thei, that the Lord is name to thee; thou aloone art the hiyeste in ech lond.
That they may know that thou alone, whose name is Jehovah, art the Most High over all the earth.
