6 God, they are like lions. So, Lord, break their teeth.
7 May they disappear like water down a drain. May they be crushed like weeds on a path.
8 May they be like snails melting away as they move. May they be like a baby born dead, who never saw the light of day.
9 May they be destroyed suddenly, like the thorns that are burned to quickly heat a pot.
10 Good people will be happy when they see the wicked getting the punishment they deserve. They will feel like soldiers walking through the blood of their enemies!