To the chief Musician. Altaschith. Michtam of David
1 Do you indeed speak justice, O silent ones? Do you judge with equity, O sons of
2 Indeed, in heart you work injustice; you weigh out the violence of your hands in the
3 The wicked are estranged from the womb; they go astray from the belly, speaking lies.
4 Their poison is like the poison of a serpent, like the deaf cobra that stops its ear,
5 which will not heed the charmer's voice, who charms so skillfully.
6 O God, break their teeth in their mouth; break out the fangs of the young lions, O
7 Let them flow away like waters that move along. When he bends his bow to shoot
arrows, let them be as though they were cut off.
8 Let them be as a snail that melts away; as a stillborn child of a woman, that has not
seen the sun.
9 Before your pots can feel the thorns, whether green or glowing, He shall sweep it
10 The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in the
blood of the wicked.
11 And man shall say, Truly, there is a reward for the righteous; truly, there is a God
who judges in the earth.