Psalms 57

¹Unto the end, destroy not, for David, for an inscription of a title. ²If in very deed ye speak justice: judge right things, ye sons of men. ³For in your heart you work iniquity: your hands forge injustice in the earth. ⁴The wicked are alienated from the womb; they have gone astray from the womb: they have spoken false things. ⁵Their madness is according to the likeness of a serpent: like the deaf asp that stoppeth her ears: ⁶Which will not hear the voice of the charmers; nor of the wizard that charmeth wisely. ⁷God shall break in pieces their teeth in their mouth: the Lord shall break the grinders of the lions. ⁸They shall come to nothing, like water running down; he hath bent his bow till they be weakened. ⁹Like wax that melteth they shall be taken away: fire hath fallen on them, and they shall not see the sun. ¹⁰Before your thorns could know the brier; he swalloweth them up, as alive, in his wrath. ¹¹The just shall rejoice when he shall see the revenge: he shall wash his hands in the blood of the sinner. ¹²And man shall say: If indeed there be fruit to the just: there is indeed a God that judgeth them on the earth.