A song. A melody of A′saph.
1O God, let there be no silence on your part;
Do not keep speechless, and do not stay quiet, O Divine One.
2For, look! your very enemies are in an uproar;
And the very ones intensely hating you have raised [their] head.
3Against your people they cunningly carry on their confidential talk;
And they conspire against your concealed ones.
4They have said: “Come and let us efface them from being a nation,
That the name of Israel may be remembered no more.”
5For with the heart they have unitedly exchanged counsel;
Against you they proceeded to conclude even a covenant,
6The tents of E′dom and the Ish′ma‧el‧ites, Mo′ab and the Hag′rites,
7Ge′bal and Am′mon and Am′a‧lek,
Phi‧lis′ti‧a together with the inhabitants of Tyre.
8Also, As‧syr′i‧a itself has become joined with them;
They have become an arm to the sons of Lot. Se′lah.
9Do to them as to Mid′i‧an, as to Sis′e‧ra,
As to Ja′bin at the torrent valley of Ki′shon.
10They were annihilated at En‐dor;
They became manure for the ground.
13O my God, make them like a thistle whirl,
Like stubble before a wind.
16Fill their faces with dishonor,
That people may search for your name, O Jehovah.