Psalm 83

Lord, sit not still, as deafe unto our cries:
For lo! our Enemies in tumults rise.
Even those, who thy Omnipotence deny,
And hate thy Name, advance their Crests on high:
Darke counsels take, and secretly contrive
Their slaughter, whom thy Mercy keeps alive.
Come, say they, let us with incessant stroks
Hew downe this Nation, like a grove of Okes
Till they no longer be; and Israel die
Both in his Race, and ruin'd Memory.
They all, in one Confederacy, have made
A solemne League; suppli'd with foraigne aide.
Fierce Idumaeans, who in Nomades stray,
And shaggy Ismaelites, that live by prey;
Th'incestuous Race, that border on the Lake
Of salt Asphalthis: Savage Thieves, who take
Their name from servile Hagar; they, who dwell
In Gebal; Ammonites, who Peace expell;
Sterne Palaestines; and wild Amalekites;
False Tyrians; Ashur with Lots Sons unites.
Let them like Midian fall, by mutuall wounds;
Like Sisera; fall like Jabin, on the bounds
Of Endor, where swift Kison takes his birth;
Who lay like Dung upon the fatned Earth:
Like Zeb, and Orebs Princes; made a prey
For Wolves: like Zeba and proud Zalmuna:
Who said, let us these Israelites destroy,
And all the Cities of their God enjoy.
O let them, like a wheele be hurried round;
Like chaffe, which whirl-winds ravish from the ground;
As Woods grown dry with age, imbrac'd with fire.
Whose flames above the singed Hils aspire:
So in the Tempest of thy Wrath pursue;
And with thy Stormes thy trembling Foes subdue.
O fill their Hearts with griefe; their lookes with shame;
Till they invoke thy late blasphemed Name.
Confound them with eternall Infamie;
That they, through anguish of their Soules, may die.
That men Jehovah's Wonders may rehearse;
The great Commander of this Universe.