Leeser(i)
1 To the chief musician, by David. The worthless fool saith in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they are abominable in their doings, there is none that doth good.
2 The Lord looketh down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there be one intelligent, one who seeketh for God.
3 They are all gone aside, they are altogether become corrupt: there is none that doth good, no, not even one.