1A canticle of a psalm for Asaph. O God, who shall be like to thee? hold not thy peace, neither be thou still, O God.
2For lo, thy enemies have made a noise: and they that hate thee have lifted up the head.
3They have taken a malicious counsel against thy people, and have consulted against thy saints.
4They have said: Come and let us destroy them, so that they be not a nation: and let the name of Israel be remembered no more.
5For they have contrived with one consent: they have made a covenant together against thee,
6the tabernacles of the Edomites, and the Ismahelites: Moab, and the Agarens,
7Gebal, and Ammon and Amalec: the Philistines, with the inhabitants of Tyre.
8Yea, and the Assyrian also is joined with them: they are come to the aid of the sons of Lot.
9Do to them as thou didst to Madian and to Sisara: as to Jabin at the brook of Cisson.
10Who perished at Endor: and became as dung for the earth.
11Make their princes like Oreb, and Zeb, and Zebee, and Salmana. All their princes,
12who have said: Let us possess the sanctuary of God for an inheritance.
13O my God, make them like a wheel; and as stubble before the wind.
14As fire which burneth the wood: and as a flame burning mountains:
15So shalt thou pursue them with thy tempest: and shalt trouble them in thy wrath.
16Fill their faces with shame; and they shall seek thy name, O Lord.
17Let them be ashamed and troubled for ever and ever: and let them be confounded and perish.
18And let them know that the Lord is thy name: thou alone art the most High over all the earth.