1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Miktam of David. Do you indeed speak justly, O rulers? Do you judge uprightly, O sons of men? | C | TOSK |
2 No, in your hearts you devise injustice; with your hands you mete out violence on the earth. | C | TOSK |
3 The wicked are estranged from the womb; the liars go astray from birth. | C | TOSK |
4 Their venom is like the venom of a snake, like a cobra that shuts its ears, | C | TOSK |
5 refusing to hear the tune of the charmer who skillfully weaves his spell. | C | TOSK |
6 O God, shatter their teeth in their mouths; O LORD, tear out the fangs of the lions. | C | TOSK |
7 May they vanish like water that runs off; when they draw the bow, may their arrows be blunted. | C | TOSK |
8 Like a slug that dissolves in its slime, like a woman’s stillborn child, may they never see the sun. | C | TOSK |
9 Before your pots can feel the burning thorns—whether green or dry—He will sweep them away. | C | TOSK |
10 The righteous will rejoice when they see they are avenged; they will wash their feet in the blood of the wicked. | C | TOSK |
11 Then men will say, “There is surely a reward for the righteous! There is surely a God who judges the earth!” | C | TOSK |