Psalm LIII

The lives of fools do tell us that
Their hearts no God do [truly] own:
Corrupt are they; odious their works,
[Of them] that do good there is none.

Upon the wicked sons of men,
From heav'n God lookt [on earth] abroad,
To see if any understood
And seriously sought [after] God.

But they all filthy are become,
They all [from God] are backward gone;
None of them lives in doing good,
Of all these [wicked] men not one.

Have all these men of wicked works
No [wit or] knowledge left at all?
Who eat my people up as bread,
On God they never [truly] call.

By guilt and God's affrighting hand,
With fear they were [greatly] dismaid;
And fled in terror, when no cause
Was seen [for them] to be afraid.
For God their bones that thee besieg'd,
Hath [justly] scatter'd all abroad;
To shame thou hast put them, because
Despis'd they were [and are] of God.

Let Israel's help from Sion come;
When God brings back the [Captives] sad,
His saved people shall rejoyce,
And [his true] Israel be glad.