Psalm 58 Revised Standard Version

A Prayer for the Punishment of the Wicked

58 1  To the choirmaster: according to Do Not Destroy. A Miktam of David. Do you indeed decree what is right, you gods? Do you judge the sons of men uprightly? 2  Nay, in your hearts you devise wrongs; your hands deal out violence on earth. 3  The wicked go astray from the womb, they err from their birth, speaking lies. 4  They have venom like the venom of a serpent, like the deaf adder that stops its ear, 5  so that it does not hear the voice of charmers or of the cunning enchanter.

6  O God, break the teeth in their mouths; tear out the fangs of the young lions, O Lord! 7  Let them vanish like water that runs away; like grass let them be trodden down and wither. 8  Let them be like the snail which dissolves into slime, like the untimely birth that never sees the sun. 9  Sooner than your pots can feel the heat of thorns, whether green or ablaze, may he sweep them away! 10  The righteous will rejoice when he sees the vengeance; he will bathe his feet in the blood of the wicked. 11  Men will say, "Surely there is a reward for the righteous; surely there is a God who judges on earth."

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