⁰For the choirmaster, 'Do Not Ruin.' Of David, an inscription.

¹Do you truly speak righteousness in silence? Do you judge the children of humankind with evenness?

²Indeed, in the heart you practice injustice; in the land you weigh out the violence of your hands.

³The wicked turn aside from the womb; they go astray from the belly, speakers of falsehood.

⁴Their venom is like the venom of a snake, like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,

⁵which does not listen to the voice of the whisperers, of the skilled one who ties spells.

⁶God, demolish their teeth in their mouth; pull down the fangs of the young lions, Yahweh.

⁷Let them vanish like waters that go about for themselves; when he bends his arrows, let them be cut off.

⁸Like a snail that melts away as it goes, like the stillborn of a woman who never saw the sun.

⁹Before your thorns perceive the bramble, he will sweep it away, still green, in burning anger.

¹⁰The righteous will rejoice when he sees vengeance; he will bathe his feet in the blood of the wicked.

¹¹And humankind will say, "Surely there is fruit for the righteous; surely there is a God judging in the land."