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!

Ko e Hiva pe ko e Saame ʻa ʻAsafi. ‌ʻE ʻOtua, ʻoua naʻa ke fakalongo pē: ʻE ʻOtua, ʻoua naʻa ke taʻeʻafioʻi, pea ʻoua naʻa ke nofo pē.

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

Vakai, ʻoku fakatupu maveuveu ʻe ho ngaahi fili: pea ko kinautolu ʻoku fehiʻa kiate koe kuo nau hiki hake honau ʻulu.

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

Naʻa nau alea fakalilolilo ki hoʻo kakai, pea nau fakakaukau fakataha ki he kakai ʻoku ke maluʻi.

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.

Naʻa nau pehē, “Haʻu, ketau fakaʻauha ʻakinautolu ke ʻoua naʻa toe ui ʻakinautolu ko e puleʻanga; ke ʻoua naʻa kei manatu ki he hingoa ʻo ʻIsileli.”

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

He kuo nau fakakaukau ʻi he loto taha: ʻoku nau fuakava ʻo angatuʻu kiate koe:

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

Ko e ngaahi fale fehikitaki ʻo ʻItomi, mo e kau ʻIsimeʻeli; ʻa Moape, mo e hako ʻo Hekaʻā;

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

‌ʻA Kepale, mo ʻAmoni, mo ʻAmaleki, ko e kau Filisitia mo e kakai ʻo Taia;

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

‌ʻOku fakataha mo kinautolu foki ʻa ʻAsilia: kuo nau tokoni ki he fānau ʻa Lote. (Sila)

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

Fai kiate kinautolu ʻo hangē ko hoʻo fai ki he kau Mitiani; ʻo hangē ko Sisela, mo Sapini, ʻi he vaitafe ʻo Kisoni:

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

‌ʻAia naʻe ʻauha ʻi Enitoa: naʻa nau hoko ʻo hangē ko e kinohaʻa ki he kelekele.

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

Ngaohi honau ngaahi ʻeiki ke hangē ko Olipi, pea tatau mo Siipi: ʻio, ʻa ʻenau houʻeiki kotoa pē ʻo hangē ko Sipaa, mo Salimuna.

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

‌ʻAia naʻa nau pehē, “Ketau maʻu ʻae ngaahi fale ʻoe ʻOtua moʻotautolu.”

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

‌ʻE hoku ʻOtua, ke ke ngaohi ʻakinautolu ke hangē ko e teka; ke hangē ko e veve ʻoku vilingia ʻi he matangi.

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

‌ʻO hangē ko e vela ʻoe vao ʻakau ʻi he afi, pea hangē kuo tutu ʻae ngaahi moʻunga ʻe he ulo afi.

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

Ke fakatanga pehē ʻakinautolu ʻaki hoʻo fuʻu taufa, pea fakamanavahēʻi ʻakinautolu ʻaki hoʻo afā.

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

‌ʻE Sihova, fakafonu honau mata ʻi he mā; koeʻuhi kenau kumi ki ho huafa.

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

Tuku kenau puputuʻu mo mamahi ʻo taʻengata; ʻio, tuku ke mā mo ʻauha ʻakinautolu.

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

Koeʻuhi ke ʻilo ʻe he kakai ko koe, ko ho huafa ʻoʻou ko Sihova, ko e Fungani Māʻolunga ʻi māmani kotoa pē.