2 Do you really speak of justice, O “gods”? Do you judge with fairness, sons of man?
3 No, in heart you devise injustice. Your hands weigh out violence on earth.
4 The wicked are strangers from the womb. Speaking lies, they go astray from birth.
5 Their venom is like a serpent’s venom, like a deaf cobra shutting its ear—
6 not hearing the voice of charmers, or a cunning spell binder.
7 O God, break their teeth in their mouths. Tear out the fangs of young lions, Adonai.
8 Let them flow away like water that runs off. When he bends his bow, let the arrows be cut off.