| 1 ¶ To the chief Musician, Altaschith,1 Michtam of David. Do ye indeed speak righteousness, O congregation? do ye judge uprightly, O ye sons of men?
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| 2 Yea, in heart ye work wickedness; ye weigh the violence of your hands in the earth.
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| 3 The wicked are estranged from the womb: they go astray as soon2 as they be born, speaking lies.
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| 4 Their poison3 is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder4 that stoppeth her ear;
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| 5 Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming5 never so wisely.
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| 6 ¶ Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: break out the great teeth of the young lions, O LORD.
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| 7 Let them melt away as waters which run continually: when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.
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| 8 As a snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away: like the untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun.
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| 9 Before your pots can feel the thorns, he shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both6 living, and in his wrath.
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| 10 The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
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| 11 So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward7 for the righteous: verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.
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