1: (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?
   2: No, in your heart you plot injustice. You measure out the violence of your hands in the earth.
   3: The wicked go astray from the womb. They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies.
   4: Their poison is like the poison of a snake; Like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,
   5: Which doesn't listen to the voice of charmers, No matter how skillful the charmer may be.
   6: Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh.
   7: Let them vanish as water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.
   8: Let them be as a snail which melts and passes away, Like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.
   9: Before your pots can feel the thorns, He will sweep away, the green and the burning alike.
   10: The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance. He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked;
   11: So that men shall say, "Most assuredly there is a reward for the righteous. Most assuredly there is a God who judges the earth."