Psalms 57

¹Unto the end, destroy not, to David, in the inscription of the title.

²If in very deed you speak justice: judge right things ye sons of men.

³For in the heart you work iniquities: in the earth your hands forge injustice.

⁴Sinners are alienated from the matrice, they have erred from the womb: they have spoken false things.

⁵They have fury according to the similitude of a serpent: as of the asp that is deaf, and stoppeth his ears.

⁶Which will not hear the voice of the enchanters, and of the sorcerer enchanting wisely.

⁷God shall break their teeth in their mouth, the cheek-tooth of the lions, our Lord will break in pieces.

⁸They shall come to nothing as water running down: he hath bent his bow till they be weakened.

⁹As wax that melteth, shall they be taken away: fire hath fallen on them, and they have not seen the sun.

¹⁰Before your thorns did understand the old briar: as living so in wrath he swalloweth them.

¹¹The just shall rejoice when he shall see revenge: he shall wash his hands in the blood of a sinner.

¹²And man shall say: If certes there be fruit to the just: there is a God certes judging them on the earth.