Psalm 58

Do you really speak righteousness, you silent ones?
Do you judge uprightly, human beings? Rather, in your heart you work injustice;
on the earth you weigh out the violence of your hands. The wicked are estranged from the womb;
those who speak lies go astray from birth. Their venom is like a serpent’s venom, like a deaf cobra that stops its ear and will not listen to the voice of charmers, however skillful the spellbinder. God, break the teeth in their mouths;
shatter the fangs of the young lions, LORD. Let them melt away like water that flows off;
when he shoots his arrows, let them be cut to pieces. Let them be like a snail that melts as it moves, like a woman’s stillborn child that never sees the sun. Before your pots feel the heat of the thornwood, he will sweep it away in a whirlwind, green or burning alike. The righteous man will rejoice when he sees vengeance;
he will wash his feet in the blood of the wicked. Then people will say, “Surely there is a reward for the righteous;
surely there is a God who judges on earth.”

Rights and attribution