Psalm 83

BE e silent Lord, no longer now,
To speak, oh God, no more forbear:
For lo, thy foes do furious grow,
And, proudly rais'd thy haters are.
They plot, thy people to betray,
And, thy intirest freinds to take;
Come, & of Isr'el, now (say they)
A nameles nation wee will make.

As in one League, all these combine,
And, are against thee Lord, agreed;
Ev'n Edom land, & Ism'els line,
And Moab's race, & Hagar's breed.
Philistim's, Gebal, Ammon, Tyre,
Huge Amaleck, & Ashur to,
To help the Sonns of Lot, conspire,
Assisting them in all they do. Selah.

But, Lord, like Madian make thou them,
Like Sisera and Iabin's traines,
Who slaughtred were by Kishon stream,
And, lay like dung on Endor plaines.
Their dukes, like Zeb, & Oreb make,
Like Zeba and Zalmana's Peers,
Who said, they would God's houses take,
And his Possessions, to be theirs.

Lord, wheel them round, as turn'd wee see
The dust or chaf, when whirl-winds blowe.
And, let thy wrath, among them be
Like flames on hills, where woods do grow.
Yea, let a dreadful storm arise,
Persueng them with death & shame:
Let feares & troubles, them surprise,
Vntill they seek, & praise thy Name.

So, when that men behold their fall,
They shall confesse, there none cann be,
Whome wee ETERNAL ought to call
Or sov'raigne of the world, but thee?