| Chapter 58 |
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?
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2 | Even in heart ye work iniquities, In the land the violence of your hands ye ponder.
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3 | The wicked have been estranged from the womb, They have erred from the belly, speaking lies.
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4 | Their poison [is] as poison of a serpent, As a deaf asp shutting its ear,
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5 | Which hearkeneth not to the voice of whisperers, A charmer of charms most skilful.
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6 | O God, break their teeth in their mouth, The jaw-teeth of young lions break down, O Jehovah.
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7 | They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
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8 | As a snail that melteth he goeth on, [As] an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun.
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9 | Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.
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10 | The righteous rejoiceth that he hath seen vengeance, His steps he washeth in the blood of the wicked.
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11 | And man saith: 'Surely fruit [is] for the righteous: Surely there is a God judging in the earth!'
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