To the chief Musician, 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. ^2Upon men's sons the Lord from heav'n did cast his eyes abroad, To see if any understood, and did seek after God. ^3They altogether filthy are, they all aside are gone; And there is none that doeth good, yea, sure there is not one. ^4These workers of iniquity do they not know at all, That they my people eat as bread, and on God do not call? ^5There fear'd they much; for God is with the whole race of the just. ^6You shame the counsel of the poor, because God is his trust. ^7Let Isr'el's help from Sion come: when back the Lord shall bring His captives, Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall sing. |