Ps 58
1
Unto the end, destroy not, for David, for an inscription of a title.
2
If in very deed you speak justice: judge right things, ye sons of men.
3
For in your heart you work iniquity: your hands forge injustice in the earth.
4
The wicked are alienated from the womb; they have gone astray from the womb: they
have spoken false things.
5
Their madness is according to the likeness of a serpent: like the deaf asp that stoppeth
her ears:
6
Which will not hear the voice of the charmers; nor of the wizard that charmeth wisely.
7
God shall break in pieces their teeth in their mouth: the Lord shall break the grinders
of the lions.
8
They shall come to nothing, like water running down; he hath bent his bow till they
be weakened.
9
Like wax that melteth they shall be taken away: fire hath fallen on them, and they
shall not see the sun.
10
Before your thorns could know the brier; he swalloweth them up, as alive, in his wrath.
11
The just shall rejoice when he shall see the revenge: he shall wash his hands in the
blood of the sinner.
12
And man shall say: If indeed there be fruit to the just: there is indeed a God that
judgeth them on the earth.