The wicked plot against the just

With blood thirsty teeth

They draw the sword to cut down

All the poor and needy the wicked boast in evil

And their tongue plans destruction

They love to speak their lies

Devouring words will cease for no one

How long

Will the wicked prosper

They soon

Will be cut down like grass

Pride serves as their necklace

Violence covers them like clothes

Their eyes bulge with abundance

As they weigh out

The violence of their hands

In the end they will be cast down to destruction

In the end they will be brought to desolation