| 1 | To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not.` -- A secret treasure, by David. Is it true, O dumb one, righteously ye speak? Uprightly ye judge, O sons of men? |
| 2 | Even in heart ye work iniquities, In the land the violence of your hands ye ponder. |
| 3 | The wicked have been estranged from the womb, They have erred from the belly, speaking lies. |
| 4 | Their poison [is] as poison of a serpent, As a deaf asp shutting its ear, |
| 5 | Which hearkeneth not to the voice of whisperers, A charmer of charms most skilful. |
| 6 | O God, break their teeth in their mouth, The jaw-teeth of young lions break down, O Jehovah. |
| 7 | They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off. |
| 8 | As a snail that melteth he goeth on, [As] an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun. |
| 9 | Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away. |
| 10 | The righteous rejoiceth that he hath seen vengeance, His steps he washeth in the blood of the wicked. |
| 11 | And man saith: `Surely fruit [is] for the righteous: Surely there is a God judging in the earth!` |
