⁰To the choirmaster, upon Mahalath. A poem of David.

¹The fool says in his heart, "There is no God." They have acted corruptly, they have acted abominably in injustice; there is no one who does good.

²God looked down from the heavens over the children of man, to see if there is one who acts prudently, one who seeks God.

³All of them have turned back; together they are corrupt; there is no one who does good, not even one.

⁴Do they not know, those who do wickedness, who devour my people? They eat bread; they do not call on God.

⁵There they trembled in dread, where there was no dread; for God scattered the bones of the one who encamped against you; you put them to shame, for God rejected them.

⁶Who will give Israel's deliverance from Zion? When God restores the captivity of his people, Jacob will rejoice, Israel will be glad.