1“To the chief musician, by David.” The worthless fool saith in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they are abominable [in their] doings, there is none that doth good.

2The Lord looketh down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there be one intelligent, one who seeketh for God.

3They are all gone aside, they are altogether become corrupt: there is none that doth good, no, not even one.

4Is there no knowledge in all the workers of wickedness? who eat up my people as they eat bread; [while] they do not call on the Lord.

5There are they terrified in terror; for God is with the righteous generation:

6The counsel of the poor [though] you put to shame; because the Lord is his protection.

7Oh that some one might bring the salvation of Israel out of Zion! When the Lord bringeth back the captivity of his people, then will Jacob be glad, and Israel will rejoice.