Psalms

¹ To the Chief Musician; in a mournful strain. A skillful song, or didactic or reflective poem of David. The [empty-headed] fool has said in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt and evil, and have committed repulsive injustice; There is no one who does good.

² God has looked down from heaven upon the children of men To see if there is anyone who understands, Who seeks after God [who requires Him, who longs for Him as essential to life].

³ Every one of them has turned aside and fallen away; Together they have become filthy and corrupt; There is no one who does good, no, not even one.

⁴ Have workers of wickedness no knowledge or no understanding? They eat up My people as though they ate bread And have not called upon God.

⁵ There they were, in great terror and dread, where there had been no terror or dread; For God scattered the bones of him who besieged you; You have put them to shame, because God has rejected them.

⁶ Oh, that the salvation of Israel would come out of Zion! When God restores [the fortunes of] His people, Let Jacob rejoice, let Israel be glad.