Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
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.