Si vere utique
Do you indeed decree righteousness, O you rulers, *
and do you judge uprightly, O children of men?
No, you devise evil in your heart, *
and on the earth your hands deal out violence.
The ungodly err 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 stops its ears,
Which refuses to hear the voice of the charmer, *
no matter how skillful his charming.
Break their teeth, O God, in their mouths; *
smite the jawbones of the ungodly.
Let them fall away like water that runs off; *
let them wither like the grass that is trodden underfoot.
Let them melt away like a snail, *
and be like a stillborn child that does not see the sun.
Before they bear fruit, let them be cut off like a briar; *
let them be like thorns and weeds that are swept away.
The righteous shall rejoice when they see the vengeance; *
they shall wash their feet in the blood of the ungodly.
So that people shall say, “Truly, there is a reward for the righteous; *
surely, there is a God who judges the earth.”
Deus, repulisti nos
O God, you have cast us out and scattered us abroad; *
you have been so displeased; O turn unto us again.
You have made the land to quake and divided it; *
heal the breaches in it, for it shakes.
You have made your people to drink a cup of bitterness; *
you have filled us with wine that makes us stagger.
You have set up a banner for those who fear you, *
that they may triumph because of the truth.
That your beloved may be delivered, *
help me with your right hand and hear me.
God has spoken in his holiness: *
“I will rejoice and divide Shechem, and parcel out the valley of Succoth.
Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine; *
Ephraim also is the helmet for my head; Judah is my scepter.
Moab is my wash pot; on Edom I will cast my shoe; *
over Philistia will I shout in triumph.”
Who will lead me into the strong city? *
Who will bring me into Edom?
Have you not cast us out, O God? *
Will you not, O God, go out with our armies?
O be our help in trouble, *
for vain is the help of man.
Through God we will do great acts, *
for it is he who shall tread down our enemies.