Even from birth the wicked go astray;
    from the womb they are wayward, spreading lies.
Their venom is like the venom of a snake,
    like that of a cobra that has stopped its ears,
that will not heed the tune of the charmer,
    however skilful the enchanter may be.

Break the teeth in their mouths, O God;
    Lord, tear out the fangs of those lions!

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All have turned away, all have become corrupt;
    there is no one who does good,
    not even one.

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