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 Melody of Asaph. O God, Do not keep quiet, Do not hold thy peace, Neither be thou still, O GOD!
2 For lo! thin enemyes sowneden; and thei that haten thee reisiden the heed.
For lo! thine enemies, are tumultuous, And, they who hate thee, have lifted up the head;
3 Thei maden a wickid counsel on thi puple; and thei thouyten ayens thi seyntis.
Against thy people, they craftily devise a secret plot, And conspire against thy treasured 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 wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more.
5 For thei thouyten with oon acord;
For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee—a covenant, would they solemnize—
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 dwellers in Tyre;
8 For Assur cometh with hem; thei ben maad in to help to the sones of Loth.
Even Assyria hath joined herself with them, They have become 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.
Make them like Midian, like Sisera, like Jabin, by the torrent of Kishon;
10 Thei perischiden in Endor; thei weren maad as a toord of erthe.
They perished at En-dor, They become manure for the soil!
11 Putte thou the prynces of hem as Oreb and Zeb; and Zebee and Salmana. Alle the princis of hem, that seiden;
Make them—their nobles—like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah and like Zalmunna, all their princes:
12 Holde we bi eritage the seyntuarie of God.
Who said—Let us take a possession for ourselves, The pastures 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, As whirling [dust], As chaff before a wind;
14 As fier that brenneth a wode; and as flawme brynnynge hillis.
As a fire burneth a forest, —And as a flame setteth mountains ablaze,
15 So thou schalt pursue hem in thi tempeste; and thou schalt disturble hem in thin ire.
So, wilt thou pursue them with thy tempest, —And, with thy storm-wind, wilt terrify them:
16 Lord, fille thou the faces of hem with schenschipe; and thei schulen seke thi name.
Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh;
17 Be thei aschamed, and be thei disturblid in to world of world; and be thei schent and perische thei.
Let them turn pale, and be terrified to futurity, Yea let them blush, and perish:
18 And knowe thei, that the Lord is name to thee; thou aloone art the hiyeste in ech lond.
That men may know that, thou, Whose Name alone is Yahweh, Art Most High over all the earth.
