To the chief Musician, Altaschith, 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.