To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtamof David. Do ye indeedspeakrighteousness, O congregation? do ye judgeuprightly, O ye sonsof men? Yea, in heartye workwickedness; ye weighthe violenceof your handsin the earth. The wickedare estrangedfrom the womb: they go astrayas soon as they be born, speakinglies. Their poison is likethe poisonof a serpent: they are likethe deafadder that stoppethher ear; Whichwill nothearkento the voiceof charmers, charmingnever so wisely. Breaktheir teeth, O God, in their mouth: break outthe great teethof the young lions, O LORD. Let them melt awayaswaters which runcontinually: when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be ascut in pieces. Asa snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away: like the untimely birthof a woman, that they may notseethe sun. Beforeyour potscan feelthe thorns, he shall take them away as with a whirlwind, bothliving, and in his wrath. The righteousshall rejoicewhenhe seeththe vengeance: he shall washhis feetin the bloodof the wicked. So that a manshall say, Verily there is a rewardfor the righteous: verilyhe isa Godthat judgethin the earth.