Psalms 58

ECB(i) 1 To His Eminence; Al Tashcheth/Ruin Not: A Poem by David. Is it true that you word justness, O mute? - judge in straightnesses, O you sons of humanity? 2 Yes, in heart you do wickedness; you weigh the violence of your hands in the earth. 3 The wicked estrange from the womb; they stray from the belly, wording lies: 4 their poison is as the poison of a serpent; as the deaf asp who shuts her ear 5 - who hearkens not to the voice of charmers, charming charms so wisely. 6 O Elohim, break their teeth in their mouth; pull out the grinder teeth of the whelps, O Yah Veh; 7 dissipate them as waters which pass continually; he aims his arrows as though they are cut off: 8 as a snail dissolving, they pass away; as the miscarriage of a woman, they see not the sun. 9 Ere your caldrons discern the thorns, he whirls them away, alive and fuming. 10 The just cheers when he sees the avengement; he washes his steps in the blood of the wicked. 11 So that humanity says, Surely there is a fruit for the just; surely Elohim judges in the earth.