58:1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of Do Not Destroy. A poem by David. Do you indeed speak righteousness, silent ones? Do you judge blamelessly, you sons of men?
58:2 No, in your heart you plot injustice. You measure out the violence of your hands in the earth.
58:3 The wicked go astray from the womb. They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies.
58:4 Their poison is like the poison of a snake; like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,
58:5 which doesnt listen to the voice of charmers, no matter how skillful the charmer may be.
58:6 Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh.
58:7 Let them vanish as water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.
58:8 Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.
58:9 Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, he will sweep away the green and the burning alike.
58:10 The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance. He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked;
58:11 so that men shall say, Most certainly there is a reward for the righteous. Most certainly there is a God who judges the earth.