“There is no god,” the fool doth say, “So yet corruption hold its sway!” They have made their deeds to stink None of them on goodness think. God looks down on all mankind, One who seeks the Lord to find, Is there one who understood? Is there one who yet does good? Every one has turned away, Altogether tainted gray.
There’s none who can do good at all, Not even one, for all do fall. Do not the wicked workers know (Those who eat my men like dough) And do not call upon the Lord? Will not call upon the Lord? They are terrified and fear, In my home the Lord is here! They shame the faith of humble man, He hides in God – his barbican. From Zion let salvation be, When God turns back captivity. Let Jacob praise, rejoice in this, Make Israel happy: Yahweh Is.