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. | |