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Psalm LIII.
1
There is no God, the foolish man,Doth in his heart suppose:
No wonder then, if in his life,
All filthy lewdness flows.
2
The Lord look'd down from heaven to see,If any understood:
But all were foul and filthy grown,
And none whose life was good.
3
These workers of iniquity,Have they no sense at all:
That eat God's people up as bread,
And never on him call?
4
But God will fright and scatter them,That have beset thee round:
And thou shalt put them all to shame,
For God will them confound.
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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