Psalm 14

To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

1 That 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.

2        Upon men's sons the Lord from heav'n

                   did cast his eyes abroad,

          To see if any understood,

                   and did seek after God.

3        They altogether filthy are,

                   they all aside are gone;

          And there is none that doeth good,

                   yea, sure there is not one.

4        These workers of iniquity

                   do they not know at all,

          That they my people eat as bread,

                   and on God do not call?

5        There fear'd they much; for God is with

                   the whole race of the just.

6        You shame the counsel of the poor,

                   because God is his trust.

7        Let Isr'el's help from Sion come:

                   when back the Lord shall bring

          His captives, Jacob shall rejoice,

                   and Israel shall sing.