1

That there is not a God, the fool

doth in his heart conclude:

They are corrupt, their works are vile;

not one of them doth good.

2

Upon men’s sons the Lord from heav’n

did cast his eyes abroad,

To see if any understood,

and did seek after God.

3

They altogether filthy are,

they all aside are gone;

And there is none that doeth good,

yea, sure there is not one.

4

These workers of iniquity

do they not know at all,

That they my people eat as bread,

and on God do not call?

5

There fear’d they much; for God is with

the whole race of the just.

6

You shame the counsel of the poor,

because God is his trust.

7

Let Isr’el’s help from Sion come:

when back the Lord shall bring

His captives, Jacob shall rejoice,

and Israel shall sing.