Psalms 83

1 A Song, a Melody of Asaph. O God, Do not keep quiet, Do not hold thy peace, Neither be thou still, O GOD!

A song. A Psalm by Asaph. God, don’t keep silent. Don’t keep silent, and don’t be still, God.

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

For, behold, your enemies are stirred up. Those who hate you have lifted up their heads.

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

They conspire with cunning against your people. They plot against your cherished ones.

4 They have said—Come, and let us wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more.

“Come,” they say, “let’s destroy them as a nation, that the name of Israel may be remembered no more.”

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

For they have conspired together with one mind. They form an alliance against you.

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

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

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

Gebal, Ammon, and Amalek; Philistia with the inhabitants of Tyre;

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

Assyria also is joined with them. They have helped the children of Lot. (Selah)

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

Do to them as you did to Midian, as to Sisera, as to Jabin, at the river Kishon;

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

who perished at Endor, who became as dung for the earth.

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

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

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

who said, “Let’s take possession of God’s pasture lands.”

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

My God, make them like tumbleweed, like chaff before the wind.

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

As the fire that burns the forest, as the flame that sets the mountains on fire,

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

so pursue them with your tempest, and terrify them with your storm.

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

Fill their faces with confusion, that they may seek your name, LORD.

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

Let them be disappointed and dismayed forever. Yes, let them be confounded and perish;

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

that they may know that you alone, whose name is the LORD, are the Most High over all the earth.