Si vere utique
Are your minds set upon righteousness, O ye congregation *
and do ye judge the thing that is right, O ye sons of men?
Yea, ye imagine mischief in your heart upon the earth *
and your hands deal with wickedness.
The ungodly are froward, even from their mother’s womb *
as soon as they are born, they go astray, and speak lies.
They are as venomous as the poison of a serpent *
even like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ears;
Which refuseth to hear the voice of the charmer *
charm he never so wisely.
Break their teeth, O God, in their mouths; smite the jaw-bones of the lions, O Lord *
let them fall away like water that runneth apace; and when they shoot their arrows let them be rooted out.
Let them consume away like a snail, and be like the untimely fruit of a woman *
and let them not see the sun.
Or ever your pots be made hot with thorns *
so let indignation vex him, even as a thing that is raw.
The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance *
he shall wash his footsteps in the blood of the ungodly.
So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous *
doubtless there is a God that judgeth the earth.
Deus, repulisti nos
O God, thou hast cast us out, and scattered us abroad *
thou hast also been displeased; O turn thee unto us again.
Thou hast moved the land, and divided it *
heal the sores thereof, for it shaketh.
Thou hast shewed thy people heavy things *
thou hast given us a drink of deadly wine.
Thou hast given a token for such as fear thee *
that they may triumph because of the truth.
Therefore were thy beloved delivered *
help me with thy right hand, and hear me.
God hath spoken in his holiness, I will rejoice, and divide Sichem *
and mete out the valley of Succoth.
Gilead is mine, and Manasses is mine *
Ephraim also is the strength of my head; Judah is my law-giver;
Moab is my wash-pot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe *
Philistia, be thou glad of me.
Who will lead me into the strong city *
who will bring me into Edom?
Hast not thou cast us out, O God *
wilt not thou, O God, go out with our hosts?
O be thou our help in trouble *
for vain is the help of man.
Through God will we do great acts *
for it is he that shall tread down our enemies.