Psalm 58

¹Do you indeed decree what is right, you gods?

Do you judge the sons of men uprightly?

²Nay, in your hearts you devise wrongs;

your hands deal out violence on earth.

³The wicked go astray from the womb,

they err from their birth, speaking lies.

⁴They have venom like the venom of a serpent,

like the deaf adder that stops its ear,

⁵so that it does not hear the voice of charmers

or of the cunning enchanter.

⁶O God, break the teeth in their mouths;

tear out the fangs of the young lions, O Lord!

⁷Let them vanish like water that runs away;

like grass let them be trodden down and wither.

⁸Let them be like the snail which dissolves into slime,

like the untimely birth that never sees the sun.

⁹Sooner than your pots can feel the heat of thorns,

whether green or ablaze, may he sweep them away!

¹⁰The righteous will rejoice when he sees the vengeance;

he will bathe his feet in the blood of the wicked.

¹¹Men will say, “Surely there is a reward for the righteous;

surely there is a God who judges on earth.”