An Asaph Psalm 83 1God, don’t shut me out; don’t give me the silent treatment, O God. 2Your enemies are out there whooping it up, the God–haters are living it up; 3They’re plotting to do your people in, conspiring to rob you of your precious ones. 4“Let’s wipe this nation from the face of the earth,” they say; “scratch Israel’s name off the books.” 5And now they’re putting their heads together, making plans to get rid of you. 6Edom and the Ishmaelites, Moab and the Hagrites, 7Gebal and Ammon and Amalek, Philistia and the Tyrians, 8And now Assyria has joined up, Giving muscle to the gang of Lot. 9Do to them what you did to Midian, to Sisera and Jabin at Kishon Brook; 10They came to a bad end at Endor, nothing but dung for the garden. 11Cut down their leaders as you did Oreb and Zeeb, their princes to nothings like Zebah and Zalmunna, 12With their empty brags, “We’re grabbing it all, grabbing God’s gardens for ourselves.” 13My God! I’ve had it with them! Blow them away! Tumbleweeds in the desert waste, 14charred sticks in the burned–over ground. 15Knock the breath right out of them, so they’re gasping 16for breath, gasping, “God.” 17Bring them to the end of their rope, and leave them there dangling, helpless. 18Then they’ll learn your name: “God,” the one and only High God on earth.
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