PS 58:1 To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not.' -- A secret treasure, by David. Is it true, O dumb one, righteously ye speak? Uprightly ye judge, O sons of men?
PS 58:2 Even in heart ye work iniquities, In the land the violence of your hands ye ponder.
PS 58:3 The wicked have been estranged from the womb, They have erred from the belly, speaking lies.
PS 58:4 Their poison `is' as poison of a serpent, As a deaf asp shutting its ear,
PS 58:5 Which hearkeneth not to the voice of whisperers, A charmer of charms most skilful.
PS 58:6 O God, break their teeth in their mouth, The jaw-teeth of young lions break down, O Jehovah.
PS 58:7 They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
PS 58:8 As a snail that melteth he goeth on, `As' an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun.
PS 58:9 Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.
PS 58:10 The righteous rejoiceth that he hath seen vengeance, His steps he washeth in the blood of the wicked.
PS 58:11 And man saith: `Surely fruit `is' for the righteous: Surely there is a God judging in the earth!'