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To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David. 
 1 Do ye indeed speak righteousness, O congregation? 
Do ye judge uprightly, O ye sons of men? 
 2 Yea, in heart you work wickedness; 
You weigh the violence of your hands in the earth. 
 3 The wicked are estranged from the womb: 
They go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies. 
 4 Their poison is 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 charmers, 
Charming never so wisely. 
 6 Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: 
Break out the great teeth of the young lions, O Lord. 
 7 Let them melt away as waters which run continually: 
When he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces. 
 8 As 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. 
 9 Before your pots can feel the thorns, 
He shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath. 
 10 The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: 
He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked. 
 11 So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous: 
Verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.