Psalms 58
To the chief Musician, Altaschith, Michtam of David.
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 <add>is</add> like the poison of a serpent: <add>they are</add> like the deaf adder <add>that</add> 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 <add>which</add> run continually: <add>when</add> he bendeth <add>his bow to shoot</add> his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.
8As a snail <add>which</add> melteth, let <add>every one of them</add> pass away: <add>like</add> the untimely birth of a woman, <add>that</add> 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 <add>his</add> 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 <add>there is</add> a reward for the righteous: verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.