Psalms 58

¹Unto the end, destroy not, for David for an inscription of a title, when Saul sent and watched his house to kill him.

²Deliver me from my enemies, O my God; and defend me from them that rise up against me.

³Deliver me from them that work iniquity, and save me from bloody men.

⁴For behold they have caught my soul: the mighty have rushed in upon me:

⁵Neither is it my iniquity, nor my sin, O Lord: without iniquity have I run, and directed my steps.

⁶Rise up thou to meet me, and behold: even thou, O Lord, the God of hosts, the God of Israel. Attend to visit all the nations: have no mercy on all them that work iniquity.

⁷They shall return at evening, and shall suffer hunger like dogs: and shall go round about the city.

⁸Behold they shall speak with their mouth, and a sword is in their lips: for who, say they, hath heard us?

⁹But thou, O Lord, shalt laugh at them: thou shalt bring all the nations to nothing.

¹⁰I will keep my strength to thee: for thou art my protector:

¹¹My God, his mercy shall prevent me.

¹²God shall let me see over my enemies: slay them not, lest at any time my people forget. Scatter them by thy power; and bring them down, O Lord, my protector:

¹³For the sin of their mouth, and the word of their lips: and let them be taken in their pride. And for their cursing and lying they shall be talked of,

¹⁴When they are consumed: when they are consumed by thy wrath, and they shall be no more. And they shall know that God will rule Jacob, and all the ends of the earth.

¹⁵They shall return at evening and shall suffer hunger like dogs: and shall go round about the city.

¹⁶They shall be scattered abroad to eat, and shall murmur if they be not filled.

¹⁷But I will sing thy strength: and will extol thy mercy in the morning. For thou art become my support, and my refuge, in the day of my trouble.

¹⁸Unto thee, O my helper, will I sing, for thou art God my defence: my God my mercy.

Psalms 58

¹Do ye indeed speak righteousness, O congregation? do ye judge uprightly, O ye sons of men?

²Yea, in heart ye work wickedness; ye weigh the violence of your hands in the earth.

³The wicked are estranged from the womb: they go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies.

⁴Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;

⁵Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.

⁶Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: break out the great teeth of the young lions, O Lord.

⁷Let them melt away as waters which run continually: when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.

⁸As 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.

⁹Before your pots can feel the thorns, he shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath.

¹⁰The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.

¹¹So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous: verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.