1 A canticle of a psalm for Asaph. O God, who shall be like to thee? hold not thy peace, neither be thou still, O God.

2 For lo, thy enemies have made a noise: and they that hate thee have lifted up the head.

3 They have taken a malicious counsel against thy people, and have consulted against thy saints.

4 They 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.

5 For they have contrived with one consent: they have made a covenant together against thee,

6 the tabernacles of the Edomites, and the Ismahelites: Moab, and the Agarens,

7 Gebal, and Ammon and Amalec: the Philistines, with the inhabitants of Tyre.

8 Yea, and the Assyrian also is joined with them: they are come to the aid of the sons of Lot.

9 Do to them as thou didst to Madian and to Sisara: as to Jabin at the brook of Cisson.

10 Who perished at Endor: and became as dung for the earth.

11 Make their princes like Oreb, and Zeb, and Zebee, and Salmana. All their princes,

12 who have said: Let us possess the sanctuary of God for an inheritance.

13 O my God, make them like a wheel; and as stubble before the wind.

14 As fire which burneth the wood: and as a flame burning mountains:

15 So shalt thou pursue them with thy tempest: and shalt trouble them in thy wrath.

16 Fill their faces with shame; and they shall seek thy name, O Lord.

17 Let them be ashamed and troubled for ever and ever: and let them be confounded and perish.

18 And let them know that the Lord is thy name: thou alone art the most High over all the earth.