For the choir director; set to Al-tashheth. A Mikhtam of David.
Do you judge uprightly, O sons of men?
On earth you weigh out the violence of your hands.
These who speak lies go astray from birth.
Like a deaf cobra that stops up its ear,
Or a skillful caster of spells.
Break out the fangs of the young lions, O LORD.
When he aims his arrows, let them be as headless shafts.
Like the miscarriages of a woman which never see the sun.
He will sweep them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.
He will wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
Surely there is a God who judges on earth!”