1: Is this any way to run a country? Is there an honest politician in the house?
2: Behind the scenes you brew cauldrons of evil, behind closed doors you make deals with demons.
3: The wicked crawl from the wrong side of the cradle; their first words out of the womb are lies.
4: Poison, lethal rattlesnake poison, drips from their forked tongues--
5: Deaf to threats, deaf to charm, decades of wax built up in their ears.
6: God, smash their teeth to bits, leave them toothless tigers.
7: Let their lives be buckets of water spilled, all that's left, a damp stain in the sand. Let them be trampled grass worn smooth by the traffic.
8: Let them dissolve into snail slime, be a miscarried fetus that never sees sunlight.
9: Before what they cook up is half-done, God, throw it out with the garbage!
10: The righteous will call up their friends when they see the wicked get their reward, Serve up their blood in goblets as they toast one another,
11: Everyone cheering, "It's worth it to play by the rules! God's handing out trophies and tending the earth!"