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.
9 Like a slug melting away as it slithers, like a woman’s miscarriage, may they never see the sun.
10 Even before your pots can feel a thorn —whether alive or ablaze— He will sweep the wicked away.