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Psal. LXXXIII.

    By John Milton



    Be not thou silent now at length
    O God hold not thy peace,
    Sit not thou still O God of strength
    We cry and do not cease.
    For lo thy furious foes now *1swell
    And *1storm outrageously,
    And they that hate thee proud and fill
    Exalt their heads full hie.
    Against thy people they *2contrive
    *3Their Plots and Counsels deep,
    *4Them to ensnare they chiefly strive
    *5Whom thou dost hide and keep.
    Come let us cut them off say they,
    Till they no Nation be
    That Israels name for ever may
    Be lost in memory.
    For they consult *6with all their might,
    And all as one in mind
    Themselves against thee they unite
    And in firm union bind.
    The tents of Edom, and the brood
    Of scornful Ishmael,
    Moab, with them of Hagars blood
    That in the Desart dwell,
    Gebal and Ammon there conspire,
    And hateful Amalec,
    The Philistims, and they of Tyre
    Whose bounds the sea doth check.
    With them great Asshur also bands
    And doth confirm the knot,
    All these have lent their armed hands
    To aid the Sons of Lot.
    Do to them as to Midian bold
    That wasted all the Coast.
    To Sisera, and as is told
    Thou didst to Jabins hoast,
    When at the brook of Kishon old
    They were repulst and slain,
    At Endor quite cut off, and rowl'd
    As dung upon the plain.
    As Zeb and Oreb evil sped
    So let their Princes speed
    As Zeba, and Zalmunna bled
    So let their Princes bleed.
    For they amidst their pride have said
    By right now shall we seize
    Gods houses, and will now invade
    *7Their stately Palaces.
    My God, oh make them as a wheel
    No quiet let them find,
    Giddy and restless let them reel
    Like stubble from the wind.
    As when an aged wood takes fire
    Which on a sudden straies,
    The greedy flame runs hier and hier
    Till all the mountains blaze,
    So with thy whirlwind them pursue,
    And with thy tempest chase;
    *8And till they *8yield thee honour due,
    Lord fill with shame their face.
    Asham'd and troubl'd let them be,
    Troubl'd and sham'd for ever,
    Ever confounded, and so die
    With shame, and scape it never.
    Then shall they know that thou whose name
    Jehova is alone,
    Art the most high, and thou the same
    O're all the earth art one.



Extra Info:
Nine of the Psalms done into Metre, wherein all but what is in a different Character, are the very words of the Text, translated from the Original.

*1 Jehemajun.
*2 Jagnarimu.
*3 Sod.
*4 Jithjagnatsu gnal.
*5 Tsephuneca.
*6 Lev jachdau.
*7 Neoth Elohim bears both.
*8 They seek thy Name. Heb.


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