(director: don’t destroy, of David, in stone)


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The images of Psalm 58 are toothed and bloody. They bite each other, making this an easy poem to not understand. It’s so not understood that Dahood leaves verse 9 blank in the Anchor Bible translation rather than even trying to translate it. Anglican committees omitted it from prayer books and temporarily banned sermons on it, seeing it as a call to exacting murderous revenge.
But it’s better than that and much worse; darker and more ironic.
The psalm begins by interrogating justice and fairness themselves, opposing them to “an unjust heart… vicious your hands” (2). It ends much the same way, with savage sarcasm:
The just one is glad | when she has seen revenge
she bathes her steps | in the blood of the bad
so that someone will say | ah but there’s fruit for the just
ah but there are gods | who judge in the land (10-11).
Far from endorsing violence, the opening and closing verses of the psalm indict the entire concept of retributive justice. Verse 10 does not condone or encourage the bloodbath of revenge, just as verse 11 does not sanction the someone who says, “ah but there’s fruit for the just / ah but there are gods | who judge in the land.” Rather, Psalm 58 is better read as a Job-like refutation of theodicy. It begins with a question and with the word for faithfulness and truth: “Really?” That “really” inflects the whole psalm. A just person dancing on the bad person’s grave: “that’s the payoff for the just.” Really? Really, “there are gods | who judge in the land”? This? This is justice?
If there is justice, where does evil come from? It’s in the blood, the heart of the psalm asserts; it’s hardwired, at least for some: “The bad are strange | from the womb / they stray from the belly | speaking lies” (3). One need not be a Calvinist to appreciate the argument that goodness and fidelity to truth are learned behaviors and attitudes. In a spectacular figurative shift, verse 4 leaps from the blood of birth to the teeth of a serpent, which suggests that bad accumulates like poison in the fangs. The move from maternity to the mouth of a snake is psychologically and culturally potent, complicated, dangerous, calling to mind Isaiah 11:8 and Eve, lending extra significance to the fruit in verse 11. Likewise, the snake imagery spills across multiple verses, conjuring the threat of the rising, charmed viper.
It is those snake teeth that the psalmist’s actual wish for vengeance focuses on. “God, crack their teeth | in their mouth / root out | the fangs of young lions” (6). This isn’t a wish to murder one’s enemies, let alone a celebration of revenge. It is a prayer for the dangers of the world to be defanged, a dream that lions and tigers and snakes might all “run off | like waters that wander” (7).
The triumph of this psalm is in its most inscrutable lines, in verses 7-9, where the similes take over, comparisons that arise from the psalmist’s evidence that the world is unjust:
… | it’s like they’re cutting themselves
like a mollusk melting | as it moves
like a woman’s miscarriage | who hardly saw the sun
before they can sense | your thorns the thicket
like the living like rage | he sweeps them away (7b-9).
Both birth and teeth return here in the miscarriage and the thorns. Even though the serpents and lions may have just had their bad removed, these verses go beyond good and evil, beyond the bad. This is what the world is like: not a womb in which bad is born, but a world of thorns and thickets, vernal teeth; a world of miscarriages, the stillborn child “who hardly saw the sun” (8). It is a red of claw, where God has barely nocked his arrows before things start circumcising themselves, scraping their guts against the rasp of the world.
So now, at the troublesome verse 10, the point is not that the just should celebrate or ought to wash her feet “in the blood of the bad.” It’s a declaration. We all walk in spilled blood. That’s the cost of doing business, the price of existence. Some will doubtless conclude that all of this blood is the fruit of justice, but such a presumptuous claim to know good and bad forgets that the path to that tree has long been barricaded.









