A Song, -- A Psalm of Asaph.
O God, let there be no silence to Thee, Be not silent, nor
be quiet, O God.
For, lo, Thine enemies do roar, And those hating Thee have
lifted up the head,
Against Thy people they take crafty counsel, And consult
against Thy hidden ones.
They have said, 'Come, And we cut them off from being
a nation, And the name of Israel is not remembered any more.'
For they consulted in heart together, Against Thee a
covenant they make,
Tents of Edom, and Ishmaelites, Moab, and the Hagarenes,
Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalek, Philistia with inhabitants of
Asshur also is joined with them, They have been an arm to
sons of Lot. Selah.
Do to them as to Midian, As to Sisera, as to
Jabin, at the stream Kishon.
They were destroyed at Endor, They were dung for the ground!
Make their nobles as Oreb and as Zeeb, And as Zebah and
Zalmunna all their princes,
Who have said, 'Let us occupy for ourselves The comely
places of God.'
O my God, make them as a rolling thing, As stubble before
As a fire doth burn a forest, And as a flame setteth hills
So dost Thou pursue them with Thy whirlwind, And with Thy
hurricane troublest them.
Fill their faces with shame, And they seek Thy name,
They are ashamed and troubled for ever, Yea, they are
confounded and lost.
And they know that Thou -- (Thy name is Jehovah -- by
Thyself,) Art the Most High over all the earth!