1(For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of Dawad) The fool hath said in his heart, There is no Elokim. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works; There is none that doeth good.

2تتراجراماتون looked down from heaven upon the children of men, To see if there were any that did understand, That did seek after Elokim.

3They are all gone aside; they are together become filthy; There is none that doeth good, no, not one.

4Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge, Who eat up my people as they eat bread, And call not upon تتراجراماتون?

5There were they in great fear; For Elokim is in the generation of the righteous.

6Ye put to shame the counsel of the poor, Because تتراجراماتون is his refuge.

7Oh that the salvation of Israel were come out of Zion! When تتراجراماتون bringeth back the captivity of his people, Then shall Ya’qub (Jacob) rejoice, and Israel shall be glad.