Psalms 83

1 A song, a psalm of Asaph. Do not keep silent, O God: hold not your peace, be not still, God.

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 see! Your enemies roar, those who hate you lift up their heads,

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

3 laying crafty plans for your people, and plotting against those you treasure.

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

4 ‘Come, let us wipe them out as a nation, so Israel’s name will be mentioned no more.’

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, conspiring with one accord, they have made a league against you

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

6 Tents of Edom, and Ishmaelites, Moab, and the Hagrites.

The tents of Edom, and the Ishmaelites, of Moab and the Hagarenes;

7 Gebal and Ammon and Amalek, Philistia, with the people of Tyre;

Gebal and Ammon, and Amalek, The Philistines, with the dwellers in Tyre;

8 Syria, too, is confederate, they have strengthened the children of Lot. (Selah)

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

9 Deal with them as you dealt with Midian, with Sisera, with Jabin, at the torrent of Kishon,

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

10 who at Endor were destroyed, and became dung for the field.

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

11 Make their nobles like Oreb and Zeeb, all their princes like Zebah and Zalmunna,

Make them—their nobles—like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah and like Zalmunna, all their princes:

12 who said, ‘Let us take for ourselves the meadows of God.’

Who said—Let us take a possession for ourselves, The pastures of God!

13 Whirl them, my God, like dust, like stubble before the wind.

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

14 As the fire that kindles the forest, as flame that sets mountains ablaze,

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

15 so with your tempest pursue them, terrify them with your hurricane.

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

16 Make them blush with shame; until they seek your name, O Lord.

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

17 Everlasting shame and confusion, disgrace and destruction be theirs.

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

18 Teach those who you alone are most high over all the earth.

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