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 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, lo! thine enemies roar, And they who hate thee lift up their heads.
3 Thei maden a wickid counsel on thi puple; and thei thouyten ayens thi seyntis.
For they form secret plots against thy people, And consult together against thy chosen ones.
4 Thei seiden, Come ye, and leese we hem fro the folk; and the name of Israel be no more hadde in mynde.
“Come,” say they, “let us blot them out from the number of the nations, That the name of Israel may no more be remembered!”
5 For thei thouyten with oon acord;
With one consent they consult together, Against thee do they form a league, —
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, Of Moab and the Hagarenes,
7 alienys with hem that dwellen in Tyre.
Gebal and Ammon and Amalek, The Philistines, with the inhabitants of Tyre.
8 For Assur cometh with hem; thei ben maad in to help to the sones of Loth.
The Assyrians also are joined with them; They lend their strength to the children of Lot.
9 Make thou to hem as to Madian, and Sisara; as to Jabyn in the stronde of Sison.
Do to them as to the Midianites, As to Sisera, as to Jabin at the brook Kison,
10 Thei perischiden in Endor; thei weren maad as a toord of erthe.
Who perished at Endor, And were trampled like dung to the earth.
11 Putte thou the prynces of hem as Oreb and Zeb; and Zebee and Salmana. Alle the princis of hem, that seiden;
Make their chiefs like Oreb and Zeeb; Yea, all their princes as Zeba and Zalmunna!
12 Holde we bi eritage the seyntuarie of God.
Who say, “Let us seize on God's habitations!”
13 My God, putte thou hem as a whele; and as stobil bifor the face of the wynde.
Make them, O my God! like whirling chaff; Like stubble before the wind!
14 As fier that brenneth a wode; and as flawme brynnynge hillis.
As fire consumeth the forest, And as flame setteth the mountains in a blaze,
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 storm!
16 Lord, fille thou the faces of hem with schenschipe; and thei schulen seke thi name.
Cover their faces with shame, That they may seek thy name, O LORD!
17 Be thei aschamed, and be thei disturblid in to world of world; and be thei schent and perische thei.
Let them be confounded! Yea, let them be put to shame, 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 thy name alone is Jehovah; That thou art the Most High over all the earth.
