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. 4 How ca they haue vnderstondinge, that are the workers of wickednes, eatinge vp my people as it were bred, & call not vpon God? 5 They are afrayed, where no feare is: for God breaketh the bones of them that besege the: thou puttest them to confucion, for God despiseth them. 6 Oh yt the sauynge health were geuen vnto Israel out of Sion: Oh that the LORDE wolde delyuer his people out of captiuyte. Then shulde Iacob reioyse, & Israel shulde be right glad.