Psalm LXXXIII.
1
Hold not thy peace, O Lord my God,
O sit not silently:
For see, thine enemies tumults make,
And lift their heads on high.
2
Against thy flock thy hidden ones,
They thus consult and plot:
Let's cut them off, and make the name
Of Israel be forgot.
3
Against the Lord with one consent,
The nations all combine:
As Edom, Moab, Ishmael,
And all of Hagars line.
4
With Gebal, Ammon, Amalek,
Philistines, Tyrians plot:
And Assur too is join'd with them,
To help the sons of Lot.
5
Make them like Midian, or the host
That Kison swept away:
Whose carcasses upon the earth,
Like dung, at Endor lay.
6
Like Oreb Zeb and Zalmuna,
Their kings and princes make,
Who said, the houses of the Lord
Let us surprise and take.
7
As dust or straw before the wind,
Or wood, when fire prevails:
So persecute them with thy storms,
Until their courage fails.
8
With shame, O Lord, their faces fill,
That they may seek thy name:
Yea let them all confounded be
With everlasting shame.
9
That all may know, that thou alone,
Whom we Jehovah call,
Art Lord most high in all the earth,
And rulest over all.
