A song. A psalm of Asaph.
83 1 O our Papa, no keep quiet; no hold your peace or stay still, O our Papa. 2 Because look, your enemy dem dey make noise; those wey hate you don raise dia head. 3 Against your people dem dey plan wickedness for secret; dem dey gather togeda against those wey you treasure. 4 Dem talk say, “Make we come, make we wipe dem comot as one nation; make dem no remember di name of Israel again.” 5 Wit one mind dem dey plan togeda; against you dem make Covenant— 6 di tent dem of Edom and di Ishmaelite dem, Moab and di Hagrite dem, 7 Gebal and Ammon and Amalek, Philistia togeda wit di people wey dey Tyre. 8 Assyria join dem too; dem don become di strong arm for di pikin dem of Lot. Selah
9 Do dem as you do Midian, as you do Sisera and Jabin for di river Kishon, 10 wey dem destroy for En-dor and dem turn to manure for di ground. 11 Make dia big men be like Oreb and Zeeb, all dia prince dem like Zebah and Zalmunna, 12 wey talk say, “Make we take for ourselves di pasture dem of God.” 13 O my Papa, make dem be like dust wey dey turn round, like chaff wey wind dey blow. 14 As fire dey burn troway forest, as flame dey set mountain dem on fire, 15 na so make you chase dem wit your storm and put fear for dem wit your whirlwind. 16 Cover dia face wit shame, so dat dem go find your name, O our Papa. 17 Make dem carry shame and fear forever; make dem perish wit disgrace, 18 so dat dem go know say na you alone, wey your name na our Papa, be di Most High over all di earth.