1 To the chiefe musician Al-taschith, Michtam of Dauid. Doe yee indeed speake righteousnesse, O congregation? doe ye iudge vprightly, O ye sonnes of men?
2 Yea, in heart you worke wickednesse; you waigh the violence of your hands in the earth.
3 The wicked are estranged from the wombe, they goe astray as soone as they be borne, speaking lies.
4 Their poison is like the poyson of a serpent; they are like the deafe adder that stoppeth her eare:
5 Which will not hearken to the voyce of charmers, charming neuer so wisely.
6 Breake their teeth, O God, in their mouth: breake out the great teeth of the young lyons, O Lord.
7 Let them melt away as waters, which runne continually: When he bendeth his bow to shoote his arrowes, let them be as cut in pieces.
8 As a snaile which melteth, let euery one of them passe away: like the vntimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sunne.
9 Before your pots can feele the thornes, he shall take them away as with a whirlewind, both liuing, and in his wrath.
10 The righteous shall reioyce when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feete in the blood of the wicked.
11 So that a man shall say, Uerily there is a reward for the righteous: verily hee is a God that iudgeth in the earth.