Chapter 58
God Judges the Earth
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For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Miktam of David. 1Do you indeed speak justly, O rulers? Do you judge uprightly, O sons of men?
𐤋𐤌𐤍𐤑𐤇 𐤀𐤋 𐤕𐤔𐤇𐤕 𐤌𐤊𐤕𐤌 𐤋𐤃𐤅𐤃 𐤄𐤀𐤌𐤍𐤌 𐤕𐤃𐤁𐤓𐤅𐤍 𐤑𐤃𐤒 𐤀𐤋𐤌 𐤕𐤔𐤐𐤈𐤅 𐤌𐤉𐤔𐤓𐤉𐤌 𐤁𐤍𐤉 𐤀𐤃𐤌
לַמְנַצֵּ֥חַ אַל־ תַּשְׁחֵ֗ת מִכְתָּֽם׃ לְדָוִ֥ד הַֽאֻמְנָ֗ם תְּדַבֵּר֑וּן צֶ֭דֶק אֵ֣לֶם תִּ֝שְׁפְּט֗וּ מֵישָׁרִ֥ים בְּנֵ֣י אָדָֽם׃ lam·naṣ·ṣê·aḥ ’al- taš·ḥêṯ miḵ·tām lə·ḏā·wiḏ ha·’um·nām tə·ḏab·bê·rūn ṣe·ḏeq ’ê·lem tiš·pə·ṭū mê·šā·rîm bə·nê ’ā·ḏām — WLC · 1
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No, in your hearts you devise injustice; with your hands you mete out violence on the earth.
𐤀𐤐 𐤁𐤋𐤁 𐤕𐤐𐤏𐤋𐤅𐤍 𐤏𐤅𐤋𐤕 𐤉𐤃𐤉𐤊𐤌 𐤕𐤐𐤋𐤎𐤅𐤍 𐤇𐤌𐤎 𐤁𐤀𐤓𐤑
אַף־ בְּלֵב֮ תִּפְעָ֫ל֥וּן עוֹלֹ֪ת יְ֝דֵיכֶ֗ם תְּפַלֵּֽסֽוּן׃ חֲמַ֥ס בָּאָ֡רֶץ ’ap̄- bə·lêḇ tip̄·‘ā·lūn ‘ō·w·lōṯ yə·ḏê·ḵem tə·p̄al·lê·sūn ḥă·mas bā·’ā·reṣ — WLC · 2
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The wicked are estranged from the womb; the liars… go astray from birth.
𐤓𐤔𐤏𐤉𐤌 𐤆𐤓𐤅 𐤌𐤓𐤇𐤌 𐤃𐤁𐤓𐤉 𐤊𐤆𐤁 𐤕𐤏𐤅 𐤌𐤁𐤈𐤍
רְשָׁעִ֣ים זֹ֣רוּ מֵרָ֑חֶם דֹּבְרֵ֥י כָזָֽב׃ תָּע֥וּ מִ֝בֶּ֗טֶן rə·šā·‘îm zō·rū mê·rā·ḥem dō·ḇə·rê ḵā·zāḇ tā·‘ū mib·be·ṭen — WLC · 3
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Their venom [is] like the venom of a snake, like a cobra that shuts… its ears,
𐤇𐤌𐤕 𐤋𐤌𐤅 𐤊𐤃𐤌𐤅𐤕 𐤇𐤌𐤕 𐤍𐤇𐤔 𐤊𐤌𐤅 𐤐𐤕𐤍 𐤇𐤓𐤔 𐤉𐤀𐤈𐤌 𐤀𐤆𐤍𐤅
חֲמַת־ לָ֗מוֹ כִּדְמ֥וּת חֲמַת־ נָחָ֑שׁ כְּמוֹ־ פֶ֥תֶן חֵ֝רֵ֗שׁ יַאְטֵ֥ם אָזְנֽוֹ׃ ḥă·maṯ- lā·mōw kiḏ·mūṯ ḥă·maṯ- nā·ḥāš kə·mōw- p̄e·ṯen ḥê·rêš ya’·ṭêm ’ā·zə·nōw — WLC · 4
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vvv refusing to hear the tune of the charmer who skillfully weaves his spell…
𐤀𐤔𐤓 𐤋𐤀 𐤉𐤔𐤌𐤏 𐤋𐤒𐤅𐤋 𐤌𐤋𐤇𐤔𐤉𐤌 𐤌𐤇𐤊𐤌 𐤇𐤅𐤁𐤓 𐤇𐤁𐤓𐤉𐤌
אֲשֶׁ֣ר לֹא־ יִ֭שְׁמַע לְק֣וֹל מְלַחֲשִׁ֑ים מְחֻכָּֽם׃ חוֹבֵ֖ר חֲבָרִ֣ים ’ă·šer lō- yiš·ma‘ lə·qō·wl mə·la·ḥă·šîm mə·ḥuk·kām ḥō·w·ḇêr ḥă·ḇā·rîm — WLC · 5
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O God, shatter their teeth in their mouths; O LORD, tear out the fangs of the lions.
𐤀𐤋𐤄𐤉𐤌 𐤄𐤓𐤎 𐤔𐤍𐤉𐤌𐤅 𐤁𐤐𐤉𐤌𐤅 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 𐤍𐤕𐤑 𐤌𐤋𐤕𐤏𐤅𐤕 𐤊𐤐𐤉𐤓𐤉𐤌
אֱֽלֹהִ֗ים הֲרָס־ שִׁנֵּ֥ימוֹ בְּפִ֑ימוֹ יְהוָֽה׃ נְתֹ֣ץ׀ מַלְתְּע֥וֹת כְּ֝פִירִ֗ים ’ĕlō·hîm hă·rās- šin·nê·mōw bə·p̄î·mōw Yah·weh nə·ṯōṣ mal·tə·‘ō·wṯ kə·p̄î·rîm — WLC · 6
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May they vanish like water that runs off when they draw the bow, may their arrows be blunted.
𐤉𐤌𐤀𐤎𐤅 𐤊𐤌𐤅 𐤌𐤉𐤌 𐤉𐤕𐤄𐤋𐤊𐤅 𐤋𐤌𐤅 𐤉𐤃𐤓𐤊 𐤇𐤑𐤅 𐤊𐤌𐤅 𐤉𐤕𐤌𐤋𐤋𐤅
יִמָּאֲס֣וּ כְמוֹ־ מַ֭יִם יִתְהַלְּכוּ־ לָ֑מוֹ יִדְרֹ֥ךְ חִצּוֹ כְּמ֣וֹ יִתְמֹלָֽלוּ׃ yim·mā·’ă·sū ḵə·mōw- ma·yim yiṯ·hal·lə·ḵū- lā·mōw yiḏ·rōḵ ḥiṣ·ṣō kə·mōw yiṯ·mō·lā·lū — WLC · 7
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Like a slug that dissolves in its slime, like a woman’s stillborn child, may they never see the sun.
𐤊𐤌𐤅 𐤔𐤁𐤋𐤅𐤋 𐤉𐤄𐤋𐤊 𐤕𐤌𐤎 𐤀𐤔𐤕 𐤍𐤐𐤋 𐤁𐤋 𐤇𐤆𐤅 𐤔𐤌𐤔
כְּמ֣וֹ שַׁ֭בְּלוּל יַהֲלֹ֑ךְ תֶּ֣מֶס אֵ֝֗שֶׁת נֵ֥פֶל בַּל־ חָ֥זוּ שָֽׁמֶשׁ׃ kə·mōw šab·bə·lûl ya·hă·lōḵ te·mes ’ê·šeṯ nê·p̄el bal- ḥā·zū šā·meš — WLC · 8
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Before your pots can feel [the burning] thorns— whether green or… dry— He will sweep them away.
𐤁𐤈𐤓𐤌 𐤎𐤉𐤓𐤕𐤉𐤊𐤌 𐤉𐤁𐤉𐤍𐤅 𐤀𐤈𐤃 𐤇𐤉 𐤊𐤌𐤅 𐤊𐤌𐤅 𐤇𐤓𐤅𐤍 𐤉𐤔𐤏𐤓𐤍𐤅
בְּטֶ֤רֶם סִּֽירֹתֵיכֶ֣ם יָבִ֣ינוּ אָטָ֑ד חַ֥י כְּמוֹ־ כְּמוֹ־ חָ֝ר֗וֹן יִשְׂעָרֶֽנּוּ׃ bə·ṭe·rem sî·rō·ṯê·ḵem yā·ḇî·nū ’ā·ṭāḏ ḥay kə·mōw- kə·mōw- ḥā·rō·wn yiś·‘ā·ren·nū — WLC · 9
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The righteous will rejoice when they see they are avenged; they will wash their feet in the blood of the wicked.
𐤑𐤃𐤉𐤒 𐤉𐤔𐤌𐤇 𐤊𐤉 𐤇𐤆𐤄 𐤍𐤒𐤌 𐤉𐤓𐤇𐤑 𐤐𐤏𐤌𐤉𐤅 𐤁𐤃𐤌 𐤄𐤓𐤔𐤏
צַ֭דִּיק יִשְׂמַ֣ח כִּי־ חָזָ֣ה נָקָ֑ם יִ֝רְחַ֗ץ פְּעָמָ֥יו בְּדַ֣ם הָרָשָֽׁע׃ ṣad·dîq yiś·maḥ kî- ḥā·zāh nā·qām yir·ḥaṣ pə·‘ā·māw bə·ḏam hā·rā·šā‘ — WLC · 10
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Then men will say, “There is surely a reward for the righteous! There is surely a God who judges the earth!”
𐤀𐤃𐤌 𐤅𐤉𐤀𐤌𐤓 𐤀𐤊 𐤐𐤓𐤉 𐤋𐤑𐤃𐤉𐤒 𐤉𐤔 𐤀𐤊 𐤀𐤋𐤄𐤉𐤌 𐤔𐤐𐤈𐤉𐤌 𐤁𐤀𐤓𐤑
אָ֭דָם וְיֹאמַ֣ר אַךְ־ פְּרִ֣י לַצַּדִּ֑יק יֵשׁ־ אַ֥ךְ אֱ֝לֹהִ֗ים שֹׁפְטִ֥ים בָּאָֽרֶץ׃ ’ā·ḏām wə·yō·mar ’aḵ- pə·rî laṣ·ṣad·dîq yêš- ’aḵ ’ĕ·lō·hîm šō·p̄ə·ṭîm bā·’ā·reṣ — WLC · 11