THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LXXXIII

O GOD, to our repeated Cries, No longer Silence keep; Hold not thy Peace, as unconcern'd, Nor let thy Vengeance sleep. For lo, thine Enemies, O God, Have a fierce Tumult made; And those, that impiously Thee hate, In Pride lift up the Head. Against thy People they consult, And all their Craft employ; Their chief Design's thy hidden ones Intirely to destroy. "Come, said they, let us wholly root "The Nation from the Ground; "That Isr'el's hated Name, no more "Be in Remembrance found. Together they, with one Consent, In Counsel, have combin'd; These diff'ring Nations, close in League, Against Thee, Lord, are join'd. There's Esau's Sons, who dwell in Tents, Ishm'el's rejected Line, Moab, of Incest eldest Brood, With Hagar's Arabs joyn. Strong Gebal, Ammon, Moab's Kin, With Amalek conspire; The Lords of Palestine's Sea Coast, And with them wealthy Tyre. Proud Ashur's pow'rfull Troops, the League, And common Cause, espouse; These prove the strongest Arm of Strength, To Lot's apostate House.