Salmos 58

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

1 Do you indeed speak righteousness, silent ones?

Do you judge blamelessly, you sons of men?

2 No, in your heart you plot injustice.

You measure out the violence of your hands in the earth.

3 The wicked go astray from the womb.

They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies.

4 Their poison is like the poison of a snake,

like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,

5 which doesn’t listen to the voice of charmers,

no matter how skillful the charmer may be.

6 Break their teeth, God, in their mouth.

Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh.

7 Let them vanish like water that flows away.

When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.

8 Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away,

like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.

9 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."

He Īnoi mō te Rapunga Utu

Ki te tino kaiwhakatangi: Aratakiti. He Mikitama. Nā Rāwiri.

1 He kōrero puku rānei tā koutou i te pono?

He tika rānei tā koutou whakarite, e ngā tama a te tangata?

2 He pono, e mahia ana e koutou te hē i roto i te ngākau,

e pāunatia ana e koutou te tutū a ō koutou ringa i runga i te whenua.

3 He tangata kē te hunga hara nō te kōpū mai anō;

whānau kau kua kotiti kē, kua kōrero teka.

4 Ko tō rātou paihana he rite ki tō te nākahi,

kei te neke turi e puru nei i tōna taringa;

5 e kore nei e whakarongo ki te reo o te kaiwhakawai,

ahakoa tino mātau ia ki te whakawai.

6 Whatia, e te Atua, ō rātou niho i roto i ō rātou māngai;

kōwhakia, e Ihowā, ngā niho nunui o ngā kūao raiona.

7 Kia mimiti rātou, ānō he wai e heke atu ana;

ka whakatikaia āna pere, kia rite ki te mea kua pōutoa.

8 Kia memeha haere, ā, kia pahure, ānō he ngata;

kia rite ki te mea mate roto a te wahine, kāhore nei i kite i te rā.

9 E kore e tukua kia rongo ā koutou kōhua i ngā tātarāmoa,

ka kāhakina rātou e ia i roto i te āwhiowhio, te mea kaiota, te mea e wera ana.

10 Ka hari te tangata tika ua kite i te utu;

ka horoia e ia ōna waewae ki ngā toto o te tangata hara.

11 Ā, ka mea te tangata, "Koia, ka whai utu te tangata tika;

inā, he Atua anō tēnei e whakawā ana i te whenua."