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| 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 like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun. |
| 9. | Before your pots can feel the heat of 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 certainly there is a reward for the righteous. Most certainly there is a God who judges the earth." |