Salmos 58

Gott, zerbrich ihre Zahne in ihrem Maul; zerstofte, HERR, die Backenzahne der jungen Lowen!

Córranse como aguas que se van de suyo: en entesando sus saetas, luego sean hechas pedazos.

Let them melt away as waters which run continually: when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.

Let them vanish like water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.