1To the chief musician upon Machalath, a Maskil of David. The worthless fool saith in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, and they are abominable in their injustice: there is none that doth good. 2God looketh down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there be one intelligent, one who seeketh for God. 3Every one of them hath departed from righteousness; altogether are they become corrupt: there is none that doth good, no, not one. 4Is there no knowledge in the workers of wickedness? who eat up my people as they eat bread: while they do not call on God. 5There were they terrified with terror where there was no terror; for God had scattered the bones of those that encamped against thee: thou didst put them to shame, because God had rejected them. 6Oh that some one might bring the salvation of Israel out of Zion! When God bringeth back the captivity of his people, then will Jacob be glad, and Israel will rejoice.