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 thou 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 make a tumult: and they that hate thee have lifted 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 together 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 have said, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation; that the name of Israel may be no more in remembrance.
5 For thei thouyten with oon acord;
For they have consulted together with one consent; against thee do they make a covenant:
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 Hagarenes;
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.
Assyria also is joined with them; they have holpen the children of Lot. (Selah)
9 Make thou to hem as to Madian, and Sisara; as to Jabyn in the stronde of Sison.
Do thou unto them as unto Midian; as to Sisera, as to Jabin, at the river Kishon:
10 Thei perischiden in Endor; thei weren maad as a toord of erthe.
Which perished at En-dor; they became as dung for 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 nobles like Oreb and Zeeb; yea, all their princes like Zebah and Zalmunna:
12 Holde we bi eritage the seyntuarie of God.
Who said, Let us take to ourselves in possession the habitations of God.
13 My God, putte thou hem as a whele; and as stobil bifor the face of the wynde.
O my God, make them like the whirling dust; as stubble before the wind.
14 As fier that brenneth a wode; and as flawme brynnynge hillis.
As the fire that burneth the forest, and as the flame that 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 storm.
16 Lord, fille thou the faces of hem with schenschipe; and thei schulen seke thi name.
Fill their faces with confusion; 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 ashamed and dismayed for ever; yea, 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.
