1A Song, a Melody of Asaph. 2For lo! thine enemies, are tumultuous, And, they who hate thee, have lifted up the head; 3Against thy people, they craftily devise a secret plot, And conspire against thy treasured ones. 4They have said—Come, and let us wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more. 5For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee—a covenant, would they solemnize— 6The tents of Edom, and the Ishmaelites, of Moab and the Hagarenes; 7Gebal and Ammon, and Amalek, The Philistines, with the dwellers in Tyre; 8Even 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; 10They perished at En-dor, They become manure for the soil! 11Make them—their nobles—like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah and like Zalmunna, all their princes: 12Who said—Let us take a possession for ourselves, The pastures of God! 13O my God, make them, As whirling [dust], As chaff before a wind; 14As a fire burneth a forest,—And as a flame setteth mountains ablaze, 15So, wilt thou pursue them with thy tempest,—And, with thy storm-wind, wilt terrify them: 16Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh; 17Let them turn pale, and be terrified to futurity, Yea let them blush, and perish: 18That men may know that, thou, Whose Name alone is Yahweh, Art Most High over all the earth.