God Who Judges the Earth
Do you truly speak righteousness, O gods? Do you judge uprightly, O children of men?
No, in your heart you commit injustices. You deal out the violence of your hands into the land.
The wicked turn aside from the womb. They wander off from the time of their birth, speaking lies.
Their poison is like the poison of a serpent; like a deaf cobra that closes its ear,
which does not listen to the voice of snake charmers; that of a clever chanter of spells.
O God, break their teeth in their mouth. Break out the young lion’s fangs, O Yahweh.
Let them float away as water that flows away. When he draws the bow, let his arrows be cut off, as though they were without arrowheads.
Let them be like a snail that melts as it passes by, like miscarriages of a woman that never see the sun.
Before your pots feel the thorns, the Living One will sweep them away with burning anger.
The righteous person will rejoice when he sees God’s vengeance. He will wash his feet in the blood of the wicked person
so that people will say, “Surely there is a reward for the righteous person. Surely there is a God who judges the earth.”