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Psal. LXXXIII.

By John Milton

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Be not thou silent now at length     O God hold not thy peace,     Sit not thou still O God of strength     We cry and do not cease.     For lo thy furious foes now *1swell     And *1storm outrageously,     And they that hate thee proud and fill     Exalt their heads full hie.     Against thy people they *2contrive     *3Their Plots and Counsels deep,     *4Them to ensnare they chiefly strive     *5Whom thou dost hide and keep.     Come let us cut them off say they,     Till they no Nation be     That Israels name for ever may     Be lost in memory.     For they consult *6with all their might,     And all as one in mind     Themselves against thee they unite     And in firm union bind.     The tents of Edom, and the brood     Of scornful Ishmael,     Moab, with them of Hagars blood     That in the Desart dwell,     Gebal and Ammon there conspire,     And hateful Amalec,     The Philistims, and they of Tyre     Whose bounds the sea doth check.     With them great Asshur also bands     And doth confirm the knot,     All these have lent their armed hands     To aid the Sons of Lot.     Do to them as to Midian bold     That wasted all the Coast.     To Sisera, and as is told     Thou didst to Jabins hoast,     When at the brook of Kishon old     They were repulst and slain,     At Endor quite cut off, and rowl'd     As dung upon the plain.     As Zeb and Oreb evil sped     So let their Princes speed     As Zeba, and Zalmunna bled     So let their Princes bleed.     For they amidst their pride have said     By right now shall we seize     Gods houses, and will now invade     *7Their stately Palaces.     My God, oh make them as a wheel     No quiet let them find,     Giddy and restless let them reel     Like stubble from the wind.     As when an aged wood takes fire     Which on a sudden straies,     The greedy flame runs hier and hier     Till all the mountains blaze,     So with thy whirlwind them pursue,     And with thy tempest chase;     *8And till they *8yield thee honour due,     Lord fill with shame their face.     Asham'd and troubl'd let them be,     Troubl'd and sham'd for ever,     Ever confounded, and so die     With shame, and scape it never.     Then shall they know that thou whose name     Jehova is alone,     Art the most high, and thou the same     O're all the earth art one.

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About John Milton

John Milton (1608–1674) was an English poet best known for "Paradise Lost" (1667), an epic poem retelling the biblical story of the Fall of Man. He also wrote "Paradise Regained," "Samson Agonistes," and the pastoral elegy "Lycidas," and is considered the greatest English epic poet.

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