Psalms 58:7-10

⁷May they melt away like running water! Like tender grass, cut down may they be!

⁸Like the snail that dissolves on its crawling path, like the birth untimely which sees not the sunlight.

⁹Faster than a thorn-fire heats your pots, he will come with his tempest and sweep them away.

¹⁰The sight of such vengeance will gladden the righteous; their feet they will wash in the blood of the wicked.