Psalm 53

THere is no God, the fool doth say,
At least his heart saith so:
Corrupt are they, and vile their way,
And all good works forgo.
The sons of men th'almighty view'd,
From heaven to descry:
If any of them understood,
Or sought God faithfully.
But quite corrupt and far declin'd,
Is every mothers sonne:
None, no not one doth vertue mind,
Nor one good action's done.
Are all so brutishly mis-led,
That wicked wayes have trod:
To eat my people like to bread,
And have not call'd on God.
They fear'd where was no cause of dread,
To fright those guilty ones:
For God hath piece-meal scattered,
Thy strong befiegers bones.
Because the LORD did them despise,
Thou putst them to disgrace:
O that to Israel might arise
From Sion, saving grace.
The Lord from thraldoms cruell yoke,
His people setting free:
Shall Jacobs heart to joy provoke,
And Israel glad shall be.