Psalm 58

For the director of music. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” Of David. A miktam.

¹Do you rulers indeed speak justly?

Do you judge people with equity?

²No, in your heart you devise injustice,

and your hands mete out violence on the earth.

³Even from birth the wicked go astray;

from the womb they are wayward, spreading lies.

⁴Their venom is like the venom of a snake,

like that of a cobra that has stopped its ears,

⁵that will not heed the tune of the charmer,

however skillful the enchanter may be.

⁶Break the teeth in their mouths, O God;

Lord, tear out the fangs of those lions!

⁷Let them vanish like water that flows away;

when they draw the bow, let their arrows fall short.

⁸May they be like a slug that melts away as it moves along,

like a stillborn child that never sees the sun.

⁹Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns—

whether they be green or dry—the wicked will be swept away.

¹⁰The righteous will be glad when they are avenged,

when they dip their feet in the blood of the wicked.

¹¹Then people will say,

“Surely the righteous still are rewarded;

surely there is a God who judges the earth.”