To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David.
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Do ye indeed speak righteousness, O congregation?Do ye judge uprightly, O ye sons of men?
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Yea, in heart ye work wickedness;Ye weigh the violence of your hands in the earth.
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The wicked are estranged from the womb:They go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies.
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Their poison is like the poison of a serpent:They are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;
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Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers,Charming never so wisely.
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Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: Break out the great teeth of the young lions, O LORD.
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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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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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Before your pots can feel the thorns,He shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath.
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The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance:He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
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So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous:Verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.