Psalm LVIII.

To the chief Musician, * * Al-taschith, Michtam of David.

Do ye indeed speak righteousness, O congregation?

Do ye judge auprightly, O ye sons of men?

2  Yea, in heart you work wickedness;

aaYou weigh the violence of your hands in the earth.

3  bThe wicked are estranged from the womb:

They go astray * as soon as they be born, speaking lies.

4  cTheir poison is * like the poison of a serpent:

They are like the deaf * adder that stoppeth her ear;

5  Which will not hearken to the voice of dcharmers,

* Charming never so ewisely.

6  fBreak their teeth, O God, in their mouth:

Break out the ggreat teeth of the young lions, O Lord.

7  Let them hmelt away as waters which run continually:

When ihe bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.

8  As a snail which hmelteth, let every one of them pass away:

Like iithe untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun.

9  jBefore your pots can feel the kthorns,

He shall ltake them away as with a whirlwind, * both living, and in his wrath.

10  mThe righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance:

He shall nwash his feet in the blood of the wicked.

11  oSo that a man shall say, Verily there is * a reward for the righteous:

Verily phe is a God that judgeth in the earth.