Psalm LXXXIII

Lord, do not silence keep,
Nor longer hold thy peace;
Seem not these doings to neglect,
And bear with wickedness.

For now thine enemies
Do rage tumultuously;
And they that hate thee are set up,
And lift their heads on high.

They crafty Counsel take
Against thy people all;
And against thine own hidden ones,
They plot and seek their fall.

They say, Let's cut them off,
That they no Nation be,
And that the name of Israel come
No more in memory.

Together they consult
With one consenting hate;
Even against thee thy peoples strength
They are confederate.

Edom and Ishmaelites,
Moab and Hagarens;

Gebal, Ammon, and Amalek,
Tyre, and the Philistines.

Assur is with them joyn'd,
Lot's Children to assist;

Do them as the Midianites,
And as to Sisera's host.
And as at Kison brook,
To Jabin, who did fall

At Endor, who became as dung
To soil the earth withal.

Make thou their Nobles all
Like Oreb and Zeeb;
Let their Princes as Zeba be,
And as Zalmunna, dead.

Who said, Let's to our selves
The houses of God take:

My God, like rowling wheels or chaff
Before the wind them make.

As fire burns wood, and flame
The mountains sets on fire,

Chase and affright them with the storms
And tempests of thine ire.

With shame their faces fill,
That they may seek thy name:

Let them confounded be, and vext,
And perish in their shame.

That men may know that thou,
Whom we Jehovah call,
In all the earth art supream Lord,
And highest over all.