Are your minds set upon righteousness, O ye congregation  *

and do ye judge the thing that is right, O ye sons of men?

Yea, ye imagine mischief in your heart upon the earth *

and your hands deal with wickedness.

The ungodly are froward, even from their mother’s womb *

as soon as they are born, they go astray, and speak lies.

They are as venomous as the poison of a serpent *

even like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ears;

Which refuseth to hear the voice of the charmer *

charm he never so wisely.

Break their teeth, O God, in their mouths; smite the jaw-bones of the lions, O Lord *

let them fall away like water that runneth apace; and when they shoot their arrows let them be rooted out.

Let them consume away like a snail, and be like the untimely fruit of a woman *

and let them not see the sun.

Or ever your pots be made hot with thorns *

so let indignation vex him, even as a thing that is raw.

The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance *

he shall wash his footsteps in the blood of the ungodly.

So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous *

doubtless there is a God that judgeth the earth.

O God, thou hast cast us out, and scattered us abroad  *

thou hast also been displeased; O turn thee unto us again.

Thou hast moved the land, and divided it *

heal the sores thereof, for it shaketh.

Thou hast shewed thy people heavy things *

thou hast given us a drink of deadly wine.

Thou hast given a token for such as fear thee *

that they may triumph because of the truth.

Therefore were thy beloved delivered *

help me with thy right hand, and hear me.

God hath spoken in his holiness, I will rejoice, and divide Sichem *

and mete out the valley of Succoth.

Gilead is mine, and Manasses is mine *

Ephraim also is the strength of my head; Judah is my law-giver;

Moab is my wash-pot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe *

Philistia, be thou glad of me.

Who will lead me into the strong city *

who will bring me into Edom?

Hast not thou cast us out, O God *

wilt not thou, O God, go out with our hosts?

O be thou our help in trouble *

for vain is the help of man.

Through God will we do great acts *

for it is he that shall tread down our enemies.