3 Even from birth the wicked go astray;from the womb they are wayward, spreading lies.
4 Their venom is like the venom of a snake,like that of a cobra that has stopped its ears,
5 that will not heed the tune of the charmer,however skilful the enchanter may be.
6 Break the teeth in their mouths, O God;Lord, tear out the fangs of those lions!
7 Let them vanish like water that flows away;when they draw the bow, let their arrows fall short.
8 May they be like a slug that melts away as it moves along,like a stillborn child that never sees the sun.
9 Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns –whether they be green or dry – the wicked will be swept away.