The wicked are estranged from the womb;
the liars go astray from birth.
Their venom is like the venom of a snake,
like a cobra that shuts its ears,
refusing to hear the tune of the charmer
who skillfully weaves his spell.
O God, shatter their teeth in their mouths;
O LORD, tear out the fangs of the lions.
May they vanish like water that runs off;
when they draw the bow,
may their arrows be blunted.
Like a slug that dissolves in its slime,
like a woman’s stillborn child,
may they never see the sun.