Psalms 58
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?
In finem, Ne disperdas, David in tituli inscriptionem. Si vere utique iustitiam loquimini: recta iudicate filii hominum.
2 No, in your hearts you devise injustice; with your hands you mete out violence on the earth.
Etenim in corde iniquitates operamini: in terra iniustitias manus vestræ concinnant.
3 The wicked are estranged from the womb; the liars go astray from birth.
Alienati sunt peccatores a vulva, erraverunt ab utero: locuti sunt falsa.
4 Their venom is like the venom of a snake, like a cobra that shuts its ears,
Furor illis secundum similitudinem serpentis: sicut aspidis surdæ, et obturantis aures suas,
5 refusing to hear the tune of the charmer who skillfully weaves his spell.
Quæ non exaudiet vocem incantantium: et venefici incantantis sapienter.
6 O God, shatter their teeth in their mouths; O LORD, tear out the fangs of the lions.
Deus conteret dentes eorum in ore ipsorum: molas leonum confringet Dominus.
7 May they vanish like water that runs off; when they draw the bow, may their arrows be blunted.
Ad nihilum devenient tamquam aqua decurrens: intendit arcum suum donec infirmentur.
8 Like a slug that dissolves in its slime, like a woman’s stillborn child, may they never see the sun.
Sicut cera, quæ fluit, auferentur: supercecidit ignis, et non viderunt solem.
9 Before your pots can feel the burning thorns— whether green or dry— He will sweep them away.
Priusquam intelligerent spinæ vestræ rhamnum: sicut viventes, sic in ira absorbet eos.
10 The righteous will rejoice when they see they are avenged; they will wash their feet in the blood of the wicked.
Lætabitur iustus cum viderit vindictam: manus suas lavabit in sanguine peccatoris.
11 Then men will say, “There is surely a reward for the righteous! There is surely a God who judges the earth!”
Et dicet homo: Si utique est fructus iusto: utique est Deus iudicans eos in terra.
