Coverdale(i)
1 The foolish bodies saye in their hertes: Tush, there is no God. Corrupte are they, and become abhominable in their wickednesses: there is not one, that doth good.
2 God loked downe from heauen vpo the children of men, to se yf there were eny that wolde vnderstonde, or seke after God.
3 But they are all gone out of ye waye, they are all become vnprofitable: there is none yt doth good, no not one.