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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.