³ Foran det æder Ild, og bag det flammer Lue; foran det er Landet som Eden og bag det en øde Ørk; fra det slipper ingen bort.

³⁰ Jeg mangfoldiggør Træernes Frugter og Markens Afgrøde, for at I ikke mere skal tage en Hungersnøds Skændsel på eder blandt Folkene.

¹ God, don't keep silent. Don't keep silent, and don't be still, God.

² For, behold, your enemies are stirred up. Those who hate you have lifted up their heads.

³ They conspire with cunning against your people. They plot against your cherished ones.

⁴ "Come," they say, "and let's destroy them as a nation, that the name of Israel may be remembered no more."

⁵ For they have conspired together with one mind. They form an alliance against you.

⁶ The tents of Edom and the Ishmaelites; Moab, and the Hagrites;

⁷ Gebal, Ammon, and Amalek; Philistia with the inhabitants of Tyre;

⁸ Assyria also is joined with them. They have helped the children of Lot. Selah.

⁹ Do to them as you did to Midian, as to Sisera, as to Jabin, at the river Kishon;

¹⁰ who perished at Endor, who became as dung for the earth.

¹¹ Make their nobles like Oreb and Zeeb; yes, all their princes like Zebah and Zalmunna;

¹² who said, "Let us take possession of God's pasturelands."

¹³ My God, make them like tumbleweed; like chaff before the wind.

¹⁴ As the fire that burns the forest, as the flame that sets the mountains on fire,

¹⁵ so pursue them with your tempest, and terrify them with your storm.

¹⁶ Fill their faces with confusion, that they may seek your name, Yahweh.

¹⁷ Let them be disappointed and dismayed forever. Yes, let them be confounded and perish;

¹⁸ that they may know that you alone, whose name is Yahweh, are the Most High over all the earth. For the Chief Musician. On an instrument of Gath. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.