Psalms 58 · תהילים

To the chief Musician, Al-tashĥet, A Mikhtam of David.

Do you indeed speak righteousness in private? do you judge uprightly, O you sons of men?

No, in your hearts you work wickedness; your hands deal out violence on the earth.

The wicked are estranged from the womb: they err from birth, speaking lies.

Their poison is like the poison of a snake: they are like the deaf adder that stops its ear;

which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.

Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: break out the fangs of the young lions, O Lord.

Let them melt away like waters which run continually: when he aims his arrows, let them be as if cut in pieces;

like the slimy track of a snail which disappears: like the untimely births of a woman, that have not seen the sun.

Before your pots can feel the thorns, he shall sweep them away as with a whirlwind, both the green and the burning.

The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance: he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.

So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous: verily there is a God who judges in the earth.