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 doesn't 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 assuredly there is a reward for the righteous. Most assuredly there is a God who judges the earth."