To the chiefe musition, destroy not, a golden psalme of Dauid. O ye that consult together, pronounce ye truely the thing that is iust? O ye sonnes of men iudge you according to equitie?

Nay, rather ye imagine mischiefe in your heart: your handes waygh as in a ballaunce wickednes vpon the earth.

The vngodly are straungers euen from their mothers wombe: assoone as they be borne, they go astray and speake a lye.

They haue poyson within them lyke to the poyson of a serpent: they be lyke the deafe adder that stoppeth her eares,

and wyll not heare the voyce of charmers, though he be neuer so skilfull in charming.

Breake their teeth O Lorde in their mouthes: smite a sunder the chawe bones of Lions O God.

Let them be dissolued as into water, let them come to naught of them selues: and when they shoote their arrowes, let them be as broken.

Let them creepe away lyke a snayle that foorthwith consumeth to naught: or lyke the vntimely fruite of a woman, let them not see the sunne.

As a greene thorne kindled with fyre, goeth out before your pottes be made whot: euen so let a furious rage bring him to naught.

The righteous wyll reioyce when he seeth the vengeaunce: he wyll washe his foote steppes in the blood of the vngodly.

And euery man shall say, veryly there is a rewarde for the righteous: doubtlesse there is a God that iudgeth in the earth.