Psalm 58:1-6 “For the Chief Musician. To the tune of ‘Do Not Destroy.’ A poem by David. Do you indeed speak righteousness, silent ones? Do you judge blamelessly, you sons of men? No, in your heart you plot injustice. You measure out the violence of your hands in the earth. The wicked go astray from the womb. They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies. Their poison is like the poison of a snake, like a deaf cobra that stops its ear, which doesn’t listen to the voice of charmers, no matter how skilful the charmer may be. Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, LORD.“
What do we do when we feel that our leaders are being unjust? We cry out to God and ask Him to intervene. And we see here a wonderfully poetic description of those whose hearts are hardened toward God and His Word. They are snakes with poisonous fangs who won’t respond to the charmer, or lions that can devour with their teeth. While we often feel that we shouldn’t pray these types of prayers because they seem so violent, perhaps we simply have too great a tolerance for wickedness and ungodliness. After all, we aren’t engaging in personal violence and vengeance with such prayers. We’re asking God for justice.
Romans 12:19 “Don’t seek revenge yourselves, beloved, but give place to God’s wrath. For it is written, ‘Vengeance belongs to me; I will repay, says the Lord.’ ”
For additional worship: Psalm 58 (Isaac Watts)
Judges, who rule the world by laws,
will you despise the righteous cause,
when in your court poor victims stand?
Dare you condemn the righteous poor,
and let rich crooks escape secure,
while gold and greatness bribe your hand?
Have you forgot, or never knew
that God will judge the judges too?
High in the heav’ns his justice reigns;
yet you invade the rights of God
and send your bold decrees abroad,
to bind the conscience in your chains.
A poisoned arrow is your tongue,
the arrow sharp, the poison strong,
and death attends where’er it wounds:
you hear no counsels, cries, or tears,
just as the cobra stops her ears
against the pow’r of charming sounds.
Break out their teeth, eternal God—
those teeth of lions dyed in blood—
and crush the serpents in the dust:
as empty chaff when whirlwinds rise
before the sweeping tempest flies,
so let their hopes and names be lost.
Thus shall the vengeance of the LORD
true peace and joy to saints afford,
and all that hear shall join and say,
“There is a God who rules on high,
a God who hears his children cry,
and will their suff’rings well repay.”