Psalm 14

THere is no God the fool hath thought,
Corrupt is all the brood:
Abominations have they wrought,
And none of them doth good.
The sonnes of men the Lord did view
From Heaven, to discern
If there were any one that knew,
Or sought Gods will to learn.
But they are all corrupt and nought;
They all aside are gone:
Not one that any good hath wrought,
No verily not one.
Are workers of iniquitie
So brutishly mis-led;
To eat my people greedily,
Devouring them like bread?
Upon the Lord they do not call:
There were they in great fear;
For God will surely be with all
The righteous every where.
Ye sham'd the counsell of the poor,
Whose faith on God was stay'd:
But oh that Israel might procure
From Sion saving ayd.
When God his peoples bondage turns,
That freedom once is had,
Then Jacob shall rejoyce, that mourns,
And Israel shall be glad.