Do you rulens indeed speak justly?
Do you judge upsightly among the men?
No,
In your hearts you devise injustice,
Your hand weigh out,
Violence on the Earth.
Your dead will come back to you,
What you do goes in serease.
The righteous will be glad,
When they are avenged,
They’ll bath their feet,
In the blood of the wicked.
Man will say,
Surely the sightsous are remanded,
Surely there’s is a God,
Who judges the earth.