1Is it true? O congregation, speak ye justly? O sons of men judge ye uprightly?
2Yea, rather ye imagine mischief in your heart: your hands execute cruelty upon the earth.
3The wicked are strangers from the womb: even from the belly have they erred, and speak lies.
4Their poison is even like the poison of a serpent; like the deaf adder that stoppeth his ear.
5Which heareth not the voice of the enchanter, though he be most expert in charming.
6Break their teeth, O God, in their mouths: break the jaws of the young lions, O Lord.
7Let them melt like the waters, let them pass away; when he shooteth his arrows, let them be as broken.
8Let them consume like a snail that melteth, and like the untimely fruit of a woman, that hath not seen the sun.
9As raw flesh before your pots feel the fire of thorns: so let them carry them away as with a whirlwind in his wrath.
10The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
11And men shall say, Verily there is fruit for the righteous; doubtless there is a God that judgeth in the earth.