Psalms 14 To the chaunter a Psalme of Dauid. The fole hath sayed in hys hert, there is no God. They are corrupt, and become abhomynable in theyr doynges there is not one that doth good.

Great⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To the chaunter a Psalme of Dauid. The fole hath sayed in hys hert, there is no God. They are corrupt, and become abhomynable in theyr doynges there is not one that doth good. ² The Lorde loked downe from heauen vpon the chyldren of men, to se yf there were any that wolde vnderstande, and seke after God. ³ But they are all gone out of the waye, they are all together become abhominable: there is none that doeth good, no not one. ⁴ Haue they no knowledge, that all are soche worckers of myscheffe, eatynge vp my people, as it were bread and call not vpon the Lorde? ⁵ There were they brought in great feare for God is in the generacyon of the ryghteous. ⁶ As for you, ye haue made a mocke at the councell of the poore, because he putteth hys trust in the Lorde. ⁷ Oh that the saluacyon were geuen vnto Israel out of Sion. Whan the Lorde turneth the captyuite of hys people, then shal Iacob reioyse, and Israel shall be glad.