Psalm 58.
To the Chief Musician, Altasketh, Mictum of David.
They are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear, which will not hearken to the
voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth.
Break out the great teeth of the young lions, O Lord.
Let them melt away as waters which run continually.
When he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.
As a snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away, like the untimely birth of
a woman, that they may not see the sun.
Before your pots can feel the thorns, he shall take them away as with a
whirlwind, both living and in his wrath.
The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance.
He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked, so that a man shall say,
Verily, there is a reward for the righteous.
Verily, he is a God that judgeth in the earth.