To the Chief Musician. Do not destroy. A secret treasure of David. Will you indeed speak righteousness in silence? Do you judge uprightly, O sons of men?

Yes, in heart you work the evil, you weigh the violence of your hands in the land.

The wicked are estranged from the womb; they go astray from the womb, speaking lies.

Their poison is like the poison of a snake; like the deaf adder, he stops his ear,

which will not listen to the charmer's voice, a skillful caster of spells.

O God, break their teeth in their mouth; break out the big teeth of the young lions, O Jehovah.

Let them melt away like waters; they run off to them; he bends his arrows, let them be as though they were cut off.

Let them be as a snail goes into melting; as a miscarriage of a woman, they do not see the sun.

Before your pots can feel the thorns, whether green or glowing, He shall sweep it away.

The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.

And man shall say, Truly, there is a reward for the righteous; truly, there is a God judging in the earth.