To the chief Musician upon Mahalath, Maschil, A Psalm of David.

8,6,8,6

^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.

^2The Lord upon the sons of men

from heav'n did cast his eyes,

To see if any one there was

that sought God, and was wise.

^3They altogether filthy are,

they all are backward gone;

And there is none that doeth good,

no, not so much as one.

^4These workers of iniquity,

do they not know at all,

That they my people eat as bread,

and on God do not call?

^5Ev'n there they were afraid, and stood

with trembling, all dismay'd,

Whereas there was no cause at all

why they should be afraid:

For God his bones that thee besieg'd

hath scatter'd all abroad;

Thou hast confounded them, for they

despised are of God.

^6Let Isr'el's help from Sion come:

when back the Lord shall bring

His captives, Jacob shall rejoice,

and Israel shall sing.