1 For the Chief Musician;
2 Nay, in heart ye work wickedness;
3 The wicked are estranged from the womb:
4 Their poison is like the poison of a serpent:
5 Which hearkeneth not to the voice of charmers,
6 Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth:
7 Let them melt away as water that runneth apace:
8 Let them be
9 Before your pots can feel the thorns,
10 The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance:
11 So that men shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous: