1 To the chief musician Altashcheth, by David, a Michtham. Do you indeed, who are dumb, speak righteously? do ye judge in uprightness, O ye sons of men?
2 Even in your heart ye work injustice: on the earth do ye weigh out the violence of your hands.
3 The wicked are estranged from goodness from the womb: those who speak lies go astray from their very birth.
4 They have poison like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;
5 Which will not hearken to the voice of conjurers, yea, that of the wisest of all charmers.
6 O God, break out their teeth in their mouth: the jawteeth of the young lions tear thou out, O Lord.
7 Let them melt away as water which runneth off: when each one bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as if cut in pieces.
8 As a snail which melteth, let him pass away; like the untimely birth of a woman which hath not seen the sun.
9 Before your pots can feel the thorns, will he take them away with a whirlwind, both the green and the burning.
10 The righteous will rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he will bathe his steps in the blood of the wicked.
11 So that a man shall say, Verily fruit will come for the righteous: verily there is a God that judgeth on the earth.