¹For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Miktam of David. ²No, in your hearts you devise injustice; ³The wicked are estranged from the womb; ⁴Their venom is like the venom of a snake, ⁵refusing to hear the tune of the charmer ⁶O God, shatter their teeth in their mouths; ⁷May they vanish ⁸Like a slug that dissolves in its slime, ⁹Before your pots can feel the burning thorns— ¹⁰The righteous will rejoice ¹¹Then men will say,