Psalm LVIII.
1
Are your determinations just,
All ye in courts that sit?
Or ye that causes hear and judge,
Do ye no wrong commit?
2
Yea rather in your hearts and minds,
You wrong and mischief frame:
And then by acts of violence,
Your hands perform the same.
3
The wicked from the very womb
Enclined are to sin:
The seeds of falshood and of lies
In infancy begin.
4
To serpents, or the adder deaf,
We may them well compare:
That stops her ear, nor will the voice,
Of skilful charmers hear.
5
These furious lions teeth and jaws,
Lord break them with thy stroke:
Let all their hearts like water melt,
And let their darts be broke.
6
As snails are melted and dissolv'd,
So let them perish quite:
And all their plots untimely prove,
And never see the light.
7
As sudden flames, when thorns are burnt
Or swift as whirlwinds drive:
So let thy speedy vengeance seize,
And take them hence alive.
8
The righteous, when this vengeance comes
Shall much rejoyce to see't:
And in the blood of wicked men,
The just shall wash his feet.
9
And all shall say, for righteous men
There is a sure reward:
There is a judge, who in the earth
Doth all mens works regard.
