Salme 58

1 (Til sangmesteren. Al-tasjhet. Af David. En miktam.) Er det virkelig Ret, I taler, I Guder, dømmer I Menneskenes Børn retfærdigt?

For the leader. Al tashheth. Of David. A michtam. Do you speak what is right, you gods? With equity judge you your people?

2 Nej, alle øver I Uret på Jord, eders Hænder udvejer Vold.

In the land you practise iniquity – all of you; violence do you dispense with your hands.

3 Fra Moders Liv vanslægted de gudløse, fra Moders Skød for Løgnerne vild.

The wicked go astray from the womb liars take the wrong path from their birth.

4 Gift har de i sig som Slangen, den stumme Øgle, der døver sit Øre

Venom have they like the venom of snakes, they are like the deaf adder that stops her ears,

5 og ikke vil høre på Tæmmerens Røst, på den kyndige Slangebesværger.

and refuses to listen to the voice of the charmer, or binder of spells, no matter how cunning.

6 Gud, bryd Tænderne i deres Mund, Ungløvernes Kindtænder knuse du, HERRE;

O God, break to pieces the teeth in their mouth, tear out the great teeth of the young lions, Lord.

7 lad dem svinde som Vand, der synker, visne som nedtrampet Græs.

May they melt away like running water! Like tender grass, cut down may they be!

8 Lad dem blive som Sneglen, opløst i Slim som et ufuldbårent Foster, der aldrig så Sol.

Like the snail that dissolves on its crawling path, like the birth untimely which sees not the sunlight.

9 Før eders Gryder mærker til Tjørnen, ja, midt i deres Livskraft river han dem bort i sin Vrede

Faster than a thorn-fire heats your pots, he will come with his tempest and sweep them away.

10 Den retfærdige glæder sig, når han ser Hævn, hans Fødder skal vade i gudløses Blod;

The sight of such vengeance will gladden the righteous; their feet they will wash in the blood of the wicked.

11 Og Folk skal sige: "Den retfærdige får dog sin Løn, der er dog Guder, som dømmer på Jord!"

People will say, ‘Yes, the just are rewarded: yes, on the earth is a God who is Judge.’