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For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David.

58 Do you indeed speak righteousness, silent ones?
    Do you judge blamelessly, you sons of men?
No, in your heart you plot injustice.
    You measure out the violence of your hands in the earth.
The wicked go astray from the womb.
    They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies.
Their poison is like the poison of a snake,
    like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,
    which doesn’t listen to the voice of charmers,
    no matter how skillful the charmer may be.
Break their teeth, God, in their mouth.
    Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh.
Let them vanish like water that flows away.
    When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.
Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away,
    like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.
Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns,
    he will sweep away the green and the burning alike.
10 The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance.
    He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked,
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.”

To the Director: A special Davidic psalm[a] to the tune of[b] “Do Not Destroy”.

A Prayer for Justice

58 How is it that by remaining silent you can speak righteously?
    How can you judge people fairly?
As a matter of fact, in your heart you plan iniquities!
    In the land your hands are violent!

The wicked go astray from the womb;
    they go astray, telling lies even from birth.
Their venom is like a poisonous snake;
    even like a deaf serpent that shuts its ears,
refusing to hear the voice of the snake charmer,
    the cunning enchanter.

God, shatter their teeth in their mouths;
    Lord, break the fangs of the young lions!
May they flow away like rain water that runs off,
    may they become like someone who shoots broken arrows.
May they be like a snail that dries up as it crawls;
    like a woman’s stillborn baby, who never saw the sun.
Before your clay pots are placed on a fire of burning[c] thorns—
    whether green or ablaze—
        wrath will sweep them away like a storm.

10 The righteous person will rejoice when he sees your[d] vengeance;
    when he washes his feet in the blood of the wicked.
11 A person will say,
    “Certainly, the righteous are rewarded;
        certainly there is a God who judges the earth.”

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 58:1 The Heb. reads miktam
  2. Psalm 58:1 Lit. David according to
  3. Psalm 58:9 The Heb. lacks a fire of burning
  4. Psalm 58:10 The Heb. lacks your