[[To him that excelleth.] Destroy not. A Psalm Chapter of David on Michtam.][1]Is it true? O congregation, speak ye justly? O sons of men, judge ye uprightly?[2]Yea, rather ye imagine mischief in your heart: your hands execute cruelty upon the earth.[3]The wicked are strangers from the womb: even from the belly have they erred, and speak lies.[4]Their poison is even like the poison of a serpent: like the deaf adder that stoppeth his ear.[5]Which heareth not the voice of the enchanter, though he be most expert in charming.[6]Break their teeth, O God, in their mouths: break the jaws of the young lions, O Lord.[7]Let them melt like the waters, let them pass away: when he shooteth his arrows, let them be as broken.[8]Let them consume like a snail that melteth, and like the untimely fruit of a woman, that hath not seen the sun.[9]As raw flesh before your pots feel the fire of thorns: so let him carry them away as with a whirlwind in his wrath.[10]The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.[11]And men shall say, Verily there is fruit for the righteous: doubtless there is a God that judgeth in the earth.