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To the chief Musician, 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 iniquity, have they no knowledge all? that eat my people: they eat bread, and on God do not call.
5 There with a very grievous fear affrighted sore they were, for God in generation is of such as righteous are. 6 The counsel ye would make of him that poor afflicted is, to be asham’d and that because the Lord his refuge is.
7 Who Isr’el’s health from Zion gives? his folk’s captivity when God shall turn: Jacob shall joy glad Israel shall be.