Psalm 58

DO ye O Congregation
Speak righteousness indeed?
O humane generation
Do ye with truth proceed?
Yea, ye in heart work wickedness,
Ye tyrannize on earth:
Prone are the wicked to digress,
Estrang'd even from their birth.
As soon as they be born they erre,
By lies they go astray:
Such as a Serpent hath in her,
Such pois'nous breath have they.
Deaf Adder-like, that as shee lies,
Stops close her wilfull ear,
That charme the charmer nere so wise,
His voice she will not hear.
O let the eager tusk, that hangs
Each side their mouth, be burst:
Break out ô God the cruell fangs,
Of these young Lions curst.
Melt them, as running waters flow,
And when the tyrant heeds,
To shoot his shafts from bended bow,
Be they as broken reeds.
So let them pass away on earth,
As snailes to slime do run:
Or like a womans timeless birth,
And never see the Sun.
Before they feel your thornes to prick,
The Lord shall them disperse:
The dead and dry, the keen and quick,
As with a whirl-wind fierce.
The just shall see the vengeance then,
Rejoycing much to see't:
And in the bloud of wicked men,
Victorious wash his feet.
Sure righteous men reap vertues fruits,
Men shall acknowledge so:
Sure he is God that executes
Just judgement here below.