1 For the music director; set to Al-tashheth. A Mikhtam of David. Do you indeed speak righteousness, you gods? Do you judge fairly, you sons of mankind?
2 No, in heart you practice injustice; On earth you clear a way for the violence of your hands.
3 The wicked have turned away from the womb; These who speak lies go astray from birth.
4 They have venom like the venom of a serpent; Like a deaf cobra that stops up its ear,
5 So that it does not hear the voice of charmers, Or a skillful caster of spells.
6 God, shatter their teeth in their mouth; Break out the fangs of the young lions, LORD.
7 May they flow away like water that runs off; When he aims his arrows, may they be as headless shafts.
8 May they be like a snail which goes along in slime, Like the miscarriage of a woman that never sees the sun.
9 Before your pots can feel the fire of thorns He will sweep them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.
10 The righteous will rejoice when he sees vengeance; He will wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
11 And people will say, “There certainly is a reward for the righteous; There certainly is a God who judges on the earth!”