Psalm 53

THe foole, doth God in hart denay,
And, all corrupt are growne;
Perverse & wicked is their way,
There is no Righteous-one.
For, God from heav'n his eye declin'de,
Man's of-spring to behold;
And, searched who did seek to finde,
Or, know him as they should.

But, all their waies prepostrous were;
All, fillthie & vnsound:
None sawe he live vprightlie, there;
Not one good man, he found.
Ev'n brutishlie, fond Sinners eat
God's people, as their bread.
They, seek not God; and horrors great
They feel, where is no dread.

The Lord will breake the bones of them
That have beseiged thee;
And, thou shalt shame them, since, of him
They disrespected be.
Would wee God's healp from Syon had!
For, Iacob, triumph shall,
And, Isr'el, will there of be glad,
When them he brings from thrall.