1: GOD, don't shut me out; don't give me the silent treatment, O God.
2: Your enemies are out there whooping it up, the God--haters are living it up;
3: They're plotting to do your people in, conspiring to rob you of your precious ones.
4: "Let's wipe this nation from the face of the earth," they say; "scratch Israel's name off the books."
5: And now they're putting their heads together, making plans to get rid of you.
6: Edom and the Ishmaelites, Moab and the Hagrites,
7: Gebal and Ammon and Amalek, Philistia and the Tyrians,
8: And now Assyria has joined up, Giving muscle to the gang of Lot.
9: Do to them what you did to Midian, to Sisera and Jabin at Kishon Brook;
10: They came to a bad end at Endor, nothing but dung for the garden.
11: Cut down their leaders as you did Oreb and Zeeb, their princes to nothings like Zebah and Zalmunna,
12: With their empty brags, "We're grabbing it all, grabbing God's gardens for ourselves."
13: My God! I've had it with them! Blow them away! Tumbleweeds in the desert waste,
14: charred sticks in the burned-over ground.
15: Knock the breath right out of them, so they're gasping
16: for breath, gasping, "GOD."
17: Bring them to the end of their rope, and leave them there dangling, helpless.
18: Then they'll learn your name: "GOD," the one and only High God on earth. A Korah psalm