That there is not a God, the fool doth in his heart conclude: They are corrupt, their works are vile, not one of them doth good.
The wicked, through his pride of face, on God he doth not call; And in the counsels of his heart the Lord is not at all.
Why is it that the wicked man thus doth the Lord despise? Because that God will it require he in his heart denies.
He thus hath said within his heart, The Lord hath quite forgot; He hides his countenance, and he for ever sees it not.
Within his heart he thus hath said, I shall not moved be; And no adversity at all shall ever come to me.
A brutish man it knoweth not; fools understand not this.
Lord God, my Saviour, day and night before thee cry'd have I.