Psalm 83 (Deus, quis similis)

Be not, O be not silent still:
Rest not, O God, with endlesse rest:
For lo thine enemies
With noise and tumult rise;
Hate doth their hartes with fiercenes fill,
And lifts their heades who thee detest.

Against thy folk their witts they file
To sharpest point of secret sleight:
A world of trapps and traines
They forge in busy braines,
That they thy hid ones may beguile,
Whom thy wings shroud from searching sight.

Come lett us of them nothing make:
Lett none, them more a people see:
Stopp we their verie name
Within the mouth of fame.
Such are the counsells these men take,
Such leagues they link, and these they be.

First Edoms sonnes, then Ismaell,
With Moab, Hagar, Geballs traine:
With these the Amonites,
The fierce Amalekites,
And who in Palestina dwell,
And who in tentes of Tyre remaine.

Ashur, though further of he lye,
Assisteth Lotts incestuous brood.
But, Lord, as Jabin thou
And Sisera didst bow:
As Midian did fall and dye
At Endor walls, and Kyson flood.

As Oreb, Zeb, and Zeba strong,
As Salmana who ledd thy foes:
(Who meant, nay, said no lesse
Then that they would possesse
Gods heritage) became as dunge:
Soe, Lord, O soe, of these dispose.

Torment them, Lord, as tossed balls;
As stubble scatt'red in the aire:
Or as the branchy brood
Of some thick mountain wood,
To naught, or nought but ashes falls,
When flames doe singe their leavy haire.

So with thy tempest them pursue,
So with thy whirlewind them affright:
So paint their daunted face,
With pencell of disgrace,
That they at length to thee may sue,
And give thy glorious name his right.

Add feare and shame, to shame and feare:
Confound them quite, and quite deface;
And make them know that none
But thou, and thou alone,
Dost that high name Jehovah beare,
High plac't above all earthly place.