P  S  A  L .   X  I  I  I  I   (14)


To him that excelleth. A Psalme of David.

1   THe foole hath sayd in his heart, There is no God: They have corrupted, and done an abominable worke: there is none that doeth good.
2   The Lord looked downe from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there were any that would understand and seeke God.
3   All are gone out of the way: they are all corrupt: there is none that doeth good, no not one.
4   Doe not all the workers of iniquitie know that they eat up my people, as they eate bread? they call not upon the Lord.
5   There they shall be taken with feare because God is in the generation of the just.
6   You have made a mocke at the counsell of the poore, because the Lord is his trust.
7   O give salvation unto Israel out of Zion: when the Lord turneth the captivitie of his people, then Jaakob shall rejoyce, and Israel shalbe glad.



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