1For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by David. 2No, in your heart you plot injustice. 3The wicked go astray from the womb. 4Their poison is like the poison of a snake; 5which doesn't listen to the voice of charmers, 6Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. 7Let them vanish as water that flows away. 8Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, 9Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, 10The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance. 11so that men shall say, "Most certainly there is a reward for the righteous.