To the chief Musician upon Mahalath, Maschil, A Psalm of David.
1
The fool in’s heart saith, there’s no God;
they are corrupt, have done
abominable practices;
that doth good there is none.
2
The Lord from heaven looked down
on sons of men, to see
if any that doth understand,
that seeketh God there be.
3
All are gone back, together they
ev’n filthy are become:
and there is none that doeth good,
no not so much as one.
4
The workers of iniquities
have they no knowledge all?
who eat my people: they eat bread;
and on God do not call.
5
Greatly they fear’d, where no fear was,
‘gainst thee in camp that lies
his bones God scatter’d; and them sham’d
for God doth them despise.
6
Who Isr’el’s health from Zion gives?
his folks’ captivity
when God shall turn: Jacob shall joy
glad Israel shall be.
