That men may know that, thou, Whose Name alone is Yahweh, Art Most High over all the earth.

O God, Do not keep quiet, Do not hold thy peace, Neither be thou still, O GOD!

They have said - Come, and let us wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more.

Make them like Midian, like Sisera, like Jabin, by the torrent of Kishon;

Against thy people, they craftily devise a secret plot, And conspire against thy treasured ones.

The tents of Edom, and the Ishmaelites, of Moab and the Hagarenes;

For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee - a covenant, would they solemnize -

Who said - Let us take a possession foe ourselves, The pastures of God!

Even Assyria hath joined herself with them, They have become an arm to the sons of Lot. Selah.

Gebal and Ammon, and Amalek, The Philistines, with the dwellers in Tyre;

Make them - their nobles - like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah and like Zalmunna, all their princes:

Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh;

O my God, make them, As whirling dust , As chaff before a wind;

They perished at En-dor, They become manure for the soil!

Let them turn pale, and be terrified to futurity, Yea let them blush, and perish:

So, wilt thou pursue them with thy tempest, - And, with thy storm-wind, wilt terrify them:

As a fire burneth a forest, - And as a flame setteth mountains ablaze,