To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David.
1 Do ye indeed speak righteousness, O congregation? do ye judge uprightly, O ye sons of men?
2 Yea, in heart ye work wickedness; ye weigh the violence of your hands in the earth.
3 The wicked are estranged from the womb: they go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies.
4 Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;
5 Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
6 Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: break out the great teeth of the young lions, O LORD.
7 Let them melt away as waters which run continually: when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.
8 As a snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away: like the untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun.
9 Before your pots can feel the thorns, he shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath.
10 The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
11 So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous: verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.
1 To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of David on Michtam. Is it true? O Congregation, speake ye iustly? O sonnes of men, iudge ye vprightly? 2 Yea, rather ye imagine mischiefe in your heart: your hands execute crueltie vpon the earth. 3 The wicked are strangers from ye wombe: euen from the belly haue they erred, and speake lyes. 4 Their poyson is euen like the poyson of a serpent: like ye deafe adder that stoppeth his eare. 5 Which heareth not the voyce of the inchanter, though he be most expert in charming. 6 Breake their teeth, O God, in their mouthes: breake the iawes of the yong lions, O Lord. 7 Let them melt like the waters, let them passe away: when hee shooteth his arrowes, let them be as broken. 8 Let them consume like a snayle that melteth, and like the vntimely fruite of a woman, that hath not seene the sunne. 9 As raw flesh before your pots feele the fire of thornes: so let him cary them away as with a whirlewinde in his wrath. 10 The righteous shall reioyce when he seeeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feete in the blood of the wicked. 11 And men shall say, Verily there is fruite for the righteous: doutlesse there is a God that iudgeth in the earth.