Psalms 58.0: 
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For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David.
Psalms 58.1: 1 Do you indeed speak righteousness, silent ones?
Do you judge blamelessly, you sons of men?
Psalms 58.2: 2 No, in your heart you plot injustice.
You measure out the violence of your hands in the earth.
Psalms 58.3: 3 The wicked go astray from the womb.
They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies.
Psalms 58.4: 4 Their poison is like the poison of a snake,
like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,
Psalms 58.5: 5 which doesn’t listen to the voice of charmers,
no matter how skillful the charmer may be.
Psalms 58.6: 6 Break their teeth, God, in their mouth.
Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh.
Psalms 58.7: 7 Let them vanish like water that flows away.
When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.
Psalms 58.8: 8 Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away,
like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.
Psalms 58.9: 9 Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns,
he will sweep away the green and the burning alike.
Psalms 58.10: 10 The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance.
He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked,
Psalms 58.11: 11 so that men shall say, “Most certainly there is a reward for the righteous.
Most certainly there is a God who judges the earth.”