1 [[A Song, a Melody of Asaph.]] O God, Do not keep quiet, Do not hold thy peace, Neither be thou still, O GOD! 2 For lo! thine enemies, are tumultuous, And, they who hate thee, have lifted up the head; 3 Against thy people, they craftily devise a secret plot, And conspire against thy treasured ones. 4 They have said–Come, and let us wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more. 5 For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee–a covenant, would they solemnize– 6 The tents of Edom, and the Ishmaelites, of Moab and the Hagarenes; 7 Gebal and Ammon, and Amalek, The Philistines, with the dwellers in Tyre; 8 Even Assyria hath joined herself with them, They have become an arm to the sons of Lot. [Selah.]

9 Make them like Midian, like Sisera, like Jabin, by the torrent of Kishon; 10 They perished at En-dor, They become manure for the soil! 11 Make them–their nobles–like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah and like Zalmunna, all their princes: 12 Who said–Let us take a possession for ourselves, The pastures of God! 13 O my God, make them, As whirling [dust], As chaff before a wind; 14 As a fire burneth a forest,–And as a flame setteth mountains ablaze, 15 So, wilt thou pursue them with thy tempest,–And, with thy storm-wind, wilt terrify them: 16 Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh; 17 Let them turn pale, and be terrified to futurity, Yea let them blush, and perish: 18 That men may know that, thou, Whose Name alone is Yahweh, Art Most High over all the earth.