✧For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David. Do you indeed speak righteousness, silent ones? Do you judge blamelessly, you sons of men? ✧2No, in your heart you plot injustice. You measure out the violence of your hands on the earth. ✧3The wicked go astray from the womb. They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies. ✧4Their poison is like the poison of a snake, like a deaf cobra that stops its ear, ✧5which doesn’t listen to the voice of charmers, no matter how skillful the charmer may be. ✧6Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, LORD. ✧7Let them vanish like water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt. ✧8Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun. ✧9Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, he will sweep away the green and the burning alike. ✧10The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance. He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked, ✧11so that men shall say, “Most certainly there is a reward for the righteous. Most certainly there is a God who judges the earth.”