Psalm 58

¹ ARE your minds set upon righteousness, O ye congregation * and do ye judge the thing that is right, O ye sons of men?

² Yea, ye imagine mischief in your heart upon the earth * and your hands deal with wickedness.

³ The ungodly are froward, even from their mother's womb * as soon as they are born, they go astray, and speak lies.

⁴ They are as venomous as the poison of a serpent * even like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ears;

⁵ Which refuseth to hear the voice of the charmer * charm he never so wisely.

⁶ Break their teeth, O God, in their mouths; smite the jaw-bones of the lions, O Lord * let them fall away like water that runneth apace; and when they shoot their arrows let them be rooted out.

⁷ Let them consume away like a snail, and be like the untimely fruit of a woman * and let them not see the sun.

⁸ Or ever your pots be made hot with thorns * so let indignation vex him, even as a thing that is raw.

⁹ The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance * he shall wash his footsteps in the blood of the ungodly.

¹⁰ So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous * doubtless there is a God that judgeth the earth.