12 Set up thyself, O God, above the heavens: and thy glory above all the earth.
PSALM 58. Si vere utique.
Are your minds set upon righteousness, O ye congregation: and do ye judge the thing that is right, O ye sons of men?
2 Yea, ye imagine mischief in your heart upon the earth: and your hands deal with wickedness.
3 The ungodly are froward, even from their mother's womb: as soon as they are born, they go astray, and speak lies.
4 They are as venomous as the poison of a serpent: even like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ears;
5 Which refuseth to hear the voice of the charmer: charm he never so wisely.
6 Break their teeth, O God, in their mouths; smite the jaw-bones of the lions, O Lord: let them fall away like water that runneth apace; and when they shoot their arrows let them be rooted out.
7 Let them consume away like a snail, and be like the untimely fruit of a woman: and let them not see the sun.
8 Or ever your pots be made hot with thorns: so let indignation vex him, even as a thing that is raw.