Salmos 58

1 To the chief musician Al–tashcheth, by David, a Michtham. Do you indeed, who are dumb, speak righteously? do ye judge in uprightness, O ye sons of men?

2 Even in your heart ye work injustice: on the earth do ye weigh out the violence of your hands.

3 The wicked are estranged from goodness from the womb: those who speak lies go astray from their very birth.

4 They have poison like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;

5 Which will not hearken to the voice of conjurers, yea, that of the wisest of all charmers.

6 O God, break out their teeth in their mouth: the jaw–teeth of the young lions tear thou out, O Lord.

7 Let them melt away as water which runneth off: when each one bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as if cut in pieces.

8 As a snail which melteth, let him pass away; like the untimely birth of a woman which hath not seen the sun.

9 Before your pots can feel the thorns, will he take them away with a whirlwind, both the green and the burning.

10 The righteous will rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he will bathe his steps in the blood of the wicked.

11 So that a man shall say, Verily fruit will come for the righteous: verily there is a God that judgeth on the earth.