Deus, quis similis?
Hold not your tongue, O God; keep not silent, *
but rouse yourself, O God.
For behold, your enemies murmur, *
and those who hate you have lifted up their head.
They have conspired secretly against your people *
and taken counsel against your cherished ones.
They have said, “Come, and let us wipe them out, that they may be no more a people, *
and that the name of Israel may be remembered no more.”
For they have brought their heads together with one consent *
and are aligned against you:
The tents of the Edomites and the Ishmaelites, *
the Moabites and Hagarenes,
Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalek, *
the Philistines with those who dwell at Tyre.
Assyria also has joined with them, *
and has helped the children of Lot.
But do to them as you did to the Midianites, *
to Sisera and to Jabin at the brook of Kishon,
Who perished at Endor *
and became as dung on the earth.
Make their princes like Oreb and Zeëb; *
indeed, make all their princes like Zebah and Zalmunna,
Who said, “Let us take for ourselves *
the pastures of God as our possession.”
O my God, make them like whirling dust *
and like stubble before the wind,
Like the fire that burns up the woods *
and like the flame that consumes the mountains.
Pursue them even with your tempest, *
and make them afraid with your storm.
Cover their faces with shame, O Lord, *
that they may seek your Name.
Let them be disgraced and dismayed ever more and more; *
let them be put to shame and perish;
And they shall know that you, whose Name is the Lord, *
are alone the Most High over all the earth.