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Chapter 57
Psal DRC 57:1  Unto the end, destroy not, for David, for an inscription of a title.
Psal DRC 57:2  If in very deed ye speak justice: judge right things, ye sons of men.
Psal DRC 57:3  For in your heart you work iniquity: your hands forge injustice in the earth.
Psal DRC 57:4  The wicked are alienated from the womb; they have gone astray from the womb: they have spoken false things.
Psal DRC 57:5  Their madness is according to the likeness of a serpent: like the deaf asp that stoppeth her ears:
Psal DRC 57:6  Which will not hear the voice of the charmers; nor of the wizard that charmeth wisely.
Psal DRC 57:7  God shall break in pieces their teeth in their mouth: the Lord shall break the grinders of the lions.
Psal DRC 57:8  They shall come to nothing, like water running down; he hath bent his bow till they be weakened.
Psal DRC 57:9  Like wax that melteth they shall be taken away: fire hath fallen on them, and they shall not see the sun.
Psal DRC 57:10  Before your thorns could know the brier; he swalloweth them up, as alive, in his wrath.
Psal DRC 57:11  The just shall rejoice when he shall see the revenge: he shall wash his hands in the blood of the sinner.
Psal DRC 57:12  And man shall say: If indeed there be fruit to the just: there is indeed a God that judgeth them on the earth.