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."