[To the chiefe musition,
destroy not,
a golden psalme of Dauid.]
O ye that consult together, pronounce ye truely the thing that is iust?
O ye sonnes of men iudge you according to equitie?
Nay, rather ye imagine mischiefe in your heart: your handes waygh as in a ballaunce wickednes vpon the earth.
The vngodly are straungers euen from their mothers wombe: assoone as they be borne, they go astray and speake a lye.
They haue poyson [within them] lyke to the poyson of a serpent: they be lyke the deafe adder that stoppeth her eares,
and wyll not heare the voyce of charmers, though he be neuer so skilfull in charming.
Breake their teeth O Lorde in their mouthes: smite a sunder the chawe bones of Lions O God.
Let them be dissolued as into water, let them come to naught of them selues: and when they shoote their arrowes, let them be as broken.
Let them creepe away lyke a snayle that foorthwith consumeth to naught: or lyke the vntimely fruite of a woman, let them not see the sunne.
As a greene thorne [kindled with fyre, goeth out] before your pottes be made whot: euen so let a furious rage bring him to naught.
The righteous wyll reioyce when he seeth the vengeaunce: he wyll washe his foote steppes in the blood of the vngodly.
And euery man shall say, veryly there is a rewarde for the righteous: doubtlesse there is a God that iudgeth in the earth.