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\c 58
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\p
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\d For the chief musician; set to Al Tashheth. A psalm
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of David. A michtam.
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\b
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\q
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\v 1 Do you rulers speak righteousness?
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\q Do you judge uprightly, you people?
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\q
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\v 2 No, you commit wickedness in your heart;
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\q you distribute violence throughout the land with your hands.
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\q
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\v 3 The wicked are estranged from the womb;
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\q they go astray as soon as they are born, speaking lies.
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\q
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\v 4 Their poison is like a snake's poison;
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\q they are like a deaf adder that stops up its ears,
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\q
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\v 5 that pays no attention to the voice of charmers,
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\q no matter how skillful they are.
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\q
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\v 6 Break their teeth in their mouths, God;
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\q break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh.
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\q
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\v 7 Let them melt away as water that runs off;
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\q when they shoot their arrows, let them be as though they had no points.
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\q
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\v 8 Let them be like a snail that melts and passes away,
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\q like the untimely-born child of a woman that never sees the sunlight.
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\q
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\v 9 Before your pots can feel the thorns burning heat,
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\q he will take them away with a whirlwind, the green thorns and the burning thorns alike.
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\q
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\v 10 The righteous will rejoice when he sees God's vengeance;
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\q he will wash his feet in the blood of the wicked,
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\q
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\v 11 so that men will say, "Truly, there is a reward for the righteous person;
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\q truly there is a God who judges the earth."
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