Only Version ❧ CM/CMD · 8·6·8·6 (D)
To the chief Musician, Altaschith, Michtam of David.
1 Do ye O congregation, indeed speak righteousness? and O ye sons of earthly men, do ye judge uprightness? 2 Yea, you in heart will working be injur’ous wickedness; and in the land you will weigh out your hands violentness.
3 The wicked are estranged from the womb, they go astray as soon as ever they are born; uttering lies are they. 4 Their poison’s like serpent’s poison: they like deaf asp, her ear 5 that stops. Though charmer wisely charm, his voice she will not hear.
6 Within their mouth do thou their teeth break out, O God, most strong, do thou Jehovah, the great teeth break of the lions’ young. 7 As waters let them melt away, that run continually: and when he bends his shafts, let them as cut asunder be.
8 Like to a snail that melts, so let each of them pass away; like t’ a woman’s untimely birth see sun that ne’er they may. 9 Before your pots can feel the thorns, take them away shall he, as with a whirlwind both living, and in his jealousy.
10 The righteous will rejoice when as the vengeance he doth see: his feet wash shall he in the blood of them that wicked be. 11 So that a man shall say, surely for righteous there is fruit: sure there’s a God that in the earth judgment doth execute.