Psalms 58

¹Do you indeed speak justly, O rulers?

²No, in your hearts you devise injustice;

³The wicked are estranged from the womb;

⁴Their venom is like the venom of a snake,

⁵refusing to hear the tune of the charmer

⁶O God, shatter their teeth in their mouths;

⁷May they vanish

⁸Like a slug that dissolves in its slime,

⁹Before your pots can feel the burning thorns—

¹⁰The righteous will rejoice

¹¹Then men will say,