1 To the chiefe musician, A Psalme of Dauid. The foole hath sayd in his heart, There is no God: they are corrupt, they haue done abominable workes, there is none that doeth good.
2 The Lord looked downe from heauen vpon the children of men; to see if there were any that did vnderstand and seeke God.
3 They are all gone aside, they are all together become filthy: there is none that doeth good, no not one.
4 Haue all the workers of iniquity no knowledge? who eate vp my people as they eate bread, and call not vpon the Lord.
5 There were they in great feare; for God is in the generation of the righteous.
6 You haue shamed the counsell of the poore; because the Lord is his refuge.
7 O that the saluation of Israel were come out of Sion! when the Lord bringeth backe the captiuitie of his people, Iacob shall reioyce, and Israel shalbe glad.