³ The wicked go astray from the womb;
    they go astray, telling lies even from birth.
⁴ Their venom is like a poisonous snake;
    even like a deaf serpent that shuts its ears,
⁵ refusing to hear the voice of the snake charmer,
    the cunning enchanter.

⁶ God, shatter their teeth in their mouths;
    Lord, break the fangs of the young lions!
⁷ May they flow away like rain water that runs off,
    may they become like someone who shoots broken arrows.
⁸ May they be like a snail that dries up as it crawls;
    like a woman’s stillborn baby, who never saw the sun.
⁹ Before your clay pots are placed on a fire of burning^[c] thorns—
    whether green or ablaze—
        wrath will sweep them away like a storm.

¹⁰ The righteous person will rejoice when he sees your^[d] vengeance;
    when he washes his feet in the blood of the wicked.
¹¹ A person will say,
    “Certainly, the righteous are rewarded;
        certainly there is a God who judges the earth.”