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If a good man punished me, that would be kind.
    If he corrected me,
    that would be like having perfumed oil on my head.
    I shouldn’t refuse it.
But I pray against those who do evil.
    Let their leaders be thrown down the cliffs.
    Then people will know that I have spoken the truth:
“The ground is plowed and broken up.
    In the same way, our bones have been scattered at the grave.”

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Let a righteous man strike me—that is a kindness;
    let him rebuke me(A)—that is oil on my head.(B)
My head will not refuse it,
    for my prayer will still be against the deeds of evildoers.

Their rulers will be thrown down from the cliffs,(C)
    and the wicked will learn that my words were well spoken.
They will say, “As one plows(D) and breaks up the earth,(E)
    so our bones have been scattered at the mouth(F) of the grave.”

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