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Psalm 83 a Poetic ParaphrasePosted Saturday, May 14, 2011, at 6:20 PM
Standing watch, without a crew, war torn and no longer a threat, knowing other wars will come and quickly flow around it.
By Arley Steinhour 051411
Oh, Father God, keep silent not,
There are those who war on us would make;
let us hear your voice speak hot,
Lest they come, to kill us for your sake.
For those who hate you, are out of control,
These haters boldly lift angry head;
Wise planning against your chosen people,
A Coop group, intent to make us dead.
'We come to kill the nation,' they bellicosely call,
Israel no longer be a word, in earthly memory;
To this end they all agree, the focus for one and all,
Hating us, remembered, we no longer be.
Edom, Moab, Ishmael, Hagar, and Gegal,
Ammon, Philistia, Amalek, and Tyre too;
Up comes Assur, to join the crowd, etal,
Now the support of Lot's children, what a stew.
Do to them as Midian, Sisera, Jabin, also as Kishona,
Destroyed at En-dor, dust, and waste they became, with haste;
As their chiefs, Oreb, and Zeeb; rulers, Zebah, and Zalmunna,
Of that hateful army, you turned into earth-worm paste.
They would take your resting-place, your Mount. oh God,
Oh God, on high, make them like rolling dust, dry stem never born;
As wood is eaten by the flame, or beaten by iron rod,
So blow your hot wind, they destroyed be, your Storm-torn.
Make us strong to overcome, as you greatly trouble them,
Let them all be put to shame, absolute their destruction;
In such a way that men say, 'Only Yahweh, God HaShem,
Ruler over Heaven and earth, the Most High's sole construction.
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