6-9 God, smash their teeth to bits,
    leave them toothless tigers.
Let their lives be buckets of water spilled,
    all that’s left, a damp stain in the sand.
Let them be trampled grass
    worn smooth by the traffic.
Let them dissolve into snail slime,
    be a miscarried fetus that never sees sunlight.
Before what they cook up is half-done, God,
    throw it out with the garbage!

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Let them vanish like water that flows away;(A)
    when they draw the bow, let their arrows fall short.(B)
May they be like a slug that melts away as it moves along,(C)
    like a stillborn child(D) that never sees the sun.

Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns(E)
    whether they be green or dry—the wicked will be swept away.[a](F)

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 58:9 The meaning of the Hebrew for this verse is uncertain.