[To the chiefe musician Al-taschith,
Michtam of Dauid.]
Doe yee indeed speake righteousnesse, O congregation?
doe ye iudge vprightly, O ye sonnes of men?
Yea, in heart you worke wickednesse;
you waigh the violence of your hands in the earth.
The wicked are estranged from the wombe, they goe astray as soone as they be borne, speaking lies.
Their poison is like the poyson of a serpent;
they are like the deafe adder that stoppeth her eare:
Which will not hearken to the voyce of charmers, charming neuer so wisely.
Breake their teeth, O God, in their mouth: breake out the great teeth of the young lyons, O Lord.
Let them melt away as waters, which runne continually: When he bendeth his bow to shoote his arrowes, let them be as cut in pieces.
As a snaile which melteth, let euery one of them passe away: like the vntimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sunne.
Before your pots can feele the thornes, he shall take them away as with a whirlewind, both liuing, and in his wrath.
The righteous shall reioyce when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feete in the blood of the wicked.
So that a man shall say, Uerily there is a reward for the righteous: verily hee is a God that iudgeth in the earth.