Livro dos Salmos 58

SAGRADA BIBLIA	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 Ao mestre de canto. Não destruas. Cântico de Davi. Será que realmente fazeis justiça, ó poderosos do mundo? Será que julgais pelo direito, ó filhos dos homens?	1 Unto the end. May you not destroy. Of David, with the inscription of a title, when Saul sent and watched his house, in order to execute him.
2 Não, pois em vossos corações cometeis iniqüidades, e vossas mãos distribuem injustiças sobre a terra.	2 Rescue me from my enemies, my God, and free me from those who rise up against me.
3 Desde o seio materno se extraviaram os ímpios, desde o seu nascimento se desgarraram os mentirosos.	3 Rescue me from those who work iniquity, and save me from men of blood.
4 Semelhante ao das serpentes é o seu veneno, ao veneno da víbora surda que fecha os ouvidos	4 For behold, they have seized my soul. The strong have rushed upon me.
5 para não ouvir a voz dos fascinadores, do mágico que enfeitiça habilmente.	5 And it is neither my iniquity, nor my sin, O Lord. I have run and gone directly, without iniquity.
6 Ó Deus, quebrai-lhes os dentes na própria boca; parti as presas dos leões, ó Senhor.	6 Rise up to meet me, and see: even you, O Lord, the God of hosts, the God of Israel. Reach out to visit all nations. Do not take pity on all those who work iniquity.
7 Que eles se dissipem como as águas que correm, e fiquem suas flechas despontadas.	7 They will return toward evening, and they will suffer hunger like dogs, and they will wander around the city.
8 Passem como o caracol que deslizando se consome, sejam como o feto abortivo que não verá o sol.	8 Behold, they will speak with their mouth, and a sword is in their lips: “For who has heard us?”
9 Antes que os espinhos cheguem a aquecer vossas panelas, que o turbilhão os arrebate enquanto estão ainda verdes.	9 And you, O Lord, will laugh at them. You will lead all the Gentiles to nothing.
10 O justo terá a alegria de ver o castigo dos ímpios, e lavará os pés no sangue deles.	10 I will guard my strength toward you, for you are God, my supporter.
11 E os homens dirão: Sim, há recompensa para o justo; sim, há um Deus para julgar a terra.	11 My God, his mercy will precede me.
	12 God will oversee my enemies for me. Do not slay them, lest at times my people may forget them. Scatter them by your virtue. And depose them, O Lord, my protector,
	13 by the offense of their mouth and by the speech of their lips. And may they be caught in their arrogance. And, for their cursing and lying, they will be made known
	14 at the consummation, in the fury of the consummation, and so they will be no more. And they will know that God will rule over Jacob, even to the ends of the earth.
	15 They will return toward evening, and they will suffer hunger like dogs, and they will wander around the city.
	16 They will be dispersed in order to gnaw, and truly, when they will not have been satisfied, they will murmur.
	17 But I will sing your strength, and I will extol your mercy, in the morning. For you have been my supporter and my refuge in the day of my tribulation.
	18 To you, my helper, I will sing psalms. For you are God, my supporter. My God is my mercy.