God, be not silent, nor sit still!
Stir up your might for Israel.
For, look, your foes prepare for fighting;
they raise their heads, for war uniting.
The flames of hatred they keep fanning,
your chosen people’s downfall planning.
They say, “Come, let us wipe them out;
let Israel be put to rout.
Let all their nation be defeated,
its name from memory deleted.”
They are with one accord conspiring,
the fall of Israel desiring.
Look, Edom and the Ishmaelites,
the Hagarenes and Moabites,
with the Philistines and the Tyrians
join Ammon’s tribe and the Assyrians;
Gebal combines with Agag’s remnants.
They give support to Lot’s descendants.
Treat them as you did Midian;
as Sisera, that warrior slain
when in a woman’s tent he sheltered;
as those who at the Kishon faltered –
all Jabin’s men, who, stripped of splendour,
were dung left on the fields of Endor.
Like Oreb and like Zeëb, LORD,
let foes receive their due reward;
like Zebah and Zalmunnah, humbled
when to their downfall they both stumbled –
those who had said, “God’s own green pastures
we will possess as lords and masters.”
O God, make them like whirling dust,
like chaff before a windy gust.
As fire consumes the woods like tinder
and turns the hills to ash and cinder,
so with your storms, O God, subdue them;
with frightful hurricanes pursue them.
LORD, on their heads heap such great shame
that they will all confess your name.
May they be crushed and doomed forever;
in their disgrace let them discover
that you are LORD, uniquely glorious,
that you are everywhere victorious.