2. No, in your heart you devise injustice, and your hands mete out violence on the earth.
3. Even from birth the wicked go astray; from the womb they are wayward, spreading lies.
4. Their venom is like the venom of a snake, like that of a cobra that has stopped its ears,
5. that will not heed the tune of the charmer, however skillful the enchanter may be.
6. Break the teeth in their mouths, O God; Lord, tear out the fangs of those lions!
7. Let them vanish like water that flows away; when they draw the bow, let their arrows fall short.
8. May they be like a slug that melts away as it moves along, like a stillborn child that never sees the sun.
9. Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns— whether they be green or dry—the wicked will be swept away.