Psalm 58
For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by David.
[58:1] Do you indeed speak righteousness, silent ones? Do you judge blamelessly, you sons of men? [58:2] No, in your heart you plot injustice. You measure out the violence of your hands in the earth. [58:3] The wicked go astray from the womb. They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies. [58:4] Their poison is like the poison of a snake; like a deaf cobra that stops its ear, [58:5] which doesn't listen to the voice of charmers, no matter how skillful the charmer may be. [58:6] Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh. [58:7] Let them vanish as water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt. [58:8] Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun. [58:9] Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, he will sweep away the green and the burning alike. [58:10] The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance. He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked; [58:11] so that men shall say, "Most certainly there is a reward for the righteous. Most certainly there is a God who judges the earth."