The Book of Psalms in English Metre | ||
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Psalm XIV.
1
There is no God, the foolish ManDoth in his Heart suppose:
No wonder then, if in his life
All filthy lewdness flows.
2
The Lord look'd down from Heaven to seeIf any understood:
But all were foul and filthy grown,
And none whose life was good.
3
These workers of iniquityHave they no sense at all,
That eat God's People up as Bread,
And never on him call?
4
But though the poor, that trust in God,These wicked Men deride:
His Terrors shall convince at last,
That God is on their side.
5
O when will he from Sion help,And back his Captives bring;
That Jacob may rejoyce in him,
And Israel may sing.
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