To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.
^1That 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.
^2Upon men's sons the Lord from heav'n
did cast his eyes abroad,
To see if any understood,
and did seek after God.
^3They altogether filthy are,
they all aside are gone;
And there is none that doeth good,
yea, sure there is not one.
^4These workers of iniquity
do they not know at all,
That they my people eat as bread,
and on God do not call?
^5There fear'd they much; for God is with
the whole race of the just.
^6You shame the counsel of the poor,
because God is his trust.
^7Let Isr'el's help from Sion come:
when back the Lord shall bring
His captives, Jacob shall rejoice,
and Israel shall sing.