Psm58:1 To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not.' -- A secret treasure, by David. Is it true, O dumb one, righteously ye speak? Uprightly ye judge, O sons of men?
Psm58:2 Even in heart ye work iniquities, In the land the violence of your hands ye ponder.
Psm58:3 The wicked have been estranged from the womb, They have erred from the belly, speaking lies.
Psm58:4 Their poison [is] as poison of a serpent, As a deaf asp shutting its ear,
Psm58:5 Which hearkeneth not to the voice of whisperers, A charmer of charms most skilful.
Psm58:6 O God, break their teeth in their mouth, The jaw-teeth of young lions break down, O Jehovah.
Psm58:7 They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
Psm58:8 As a snail that melteth he goeth on, [As] an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun.
Psm58:9 Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.
Psm58:10 The righteous rejoiceth that he hath seen vengeance, His steps he washeth in the blood of the wicked.
Psm58:11 And man saith: `Surely fruit [is] for the righteous: Surely there is a God judging in the earth!'
Psm58:12 To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not,' by David. -- A secret treasure, in Saul's sending, and they watch the house to put him to death. Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God, From my withstanders set me on high.