To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David.
1Do ye indeed speak righteousness, O congregation?
Do ye judge uprightly, O ye sons of men?
2Yea, in heart ye work wickedness;
Ye weigh the violence of your hands in the earth.
3The wicked are estranged from the womb:
They go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies.
4Their poison is like the poison of a serpent:
They are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;
5Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers,
Charming never so wisely.
6Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: Break out the great teeth of the young lions, O LORD.
7Let them melt away as waters which run continually: when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.
8As a snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away: Like the untimely birth of a woman,
That they may not see the sun.
9Before your pots can feel the thorns,
He shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath.
10The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance:
He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
11So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous:
Verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.