1. Do ye speak Righteousness, indeed,
While ye confederate sit?
Or is, ye Sons of earthly Men,
Your Judgment just, and fit ?
2. Yea, rather foul, malicious Deeds,
Your wicked Heart intends;
Thus sway'd, you openly weigh out
The Violence of your Hands.

3. Degen'rate Race! that, from the Womb,
Strangers to Virtue, rise;
As soon as born, they go astray,
And give themselves to Lies.
4. Their Words, like Serpent's Poison, wound;
Deaf Asps, they stop their Ear;
5. The Charmer's wisest Charms are vain,
They'l no Instruction hear.

6. O God, their Mouth, so us'd to Blood,
Of their sharp Teeth disarm;
Break the young Lyon's Teeth, O Lord,
Nor leave them Pow'r to harm.
7. Let them dissolve, as Mounts of Snow,
Away whose Waters soak;
May all his Arrows, when he brings
Them to his Bow, be broke.

8. As slimy Snails, which melt away,
So may they wade each one;
Like an untimely Birth, that dies.
And never fees the Sun.
9. Quicker than Thorns can seeth the Pot,
He'll seize on them alive;
In his hot Wrath away them chase,
And with a Whirlwind drive.

10. Such righteous Vengeance will excite,
The Triumphs of the Good;
Who, Victors o'er such wicked Men,
Shall wash their Feet in Blood.
11. Then Men shall say, "sure for the Just,
"There is a kind Reward;
"Sure, there's a God, who judgeth right,
"And doth the Earth regard.