You deal out the violence of your hands into the land.
They wander off from the time of their birth, speaking lies.
like a deaf cobra that closes its ear,
that of a clever chanter of spells.
Break out the young lion’s fangs, O Yahweh.
When he draws the bow, let his arrows be cut headless.
like miscarriages of a woman
that never see the sun.
the Living One will sweep them away with burning anger.
when he sees God’s vengeance.
He will wash his feet in the blood of the wicked person
“Surely there is a reward for the righteous person.
Surely there is a God who judges the earth.”