Psalms 14 To the chaunter, of Dauid. The folyshe bodyes saye in their hertes: tushe, there is no God. They are corrupt, & become abhominable in their doynges, there is not one that doth good.

Matthew⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ To the chaunter, of Dauid. The folyshe bodyes saye in their hertes: tushe, there is no God. They are corrupt, & become abhominable in their doynges, there is not one that doth good. ² The Lorde loked doune from heauen vpon the chyldren of men, too se if there were any that wolde vnderstande and seke after God. ³ But they are all gone out of the waye, they are altogether become vnprofitable: there is none that doeth good, no not one. ⁴ How can they haue vnderstandinge, that worke mischiefe, eatynge vp my people, as it were bread, & call not vpon the Lord? ⁵ Therfore shall they be brought in greate feare, for God standeth by the generacion of the righteous. ⁶ As for you ye haue made a mocke at the counsail of the poore, because he putteth hys trust in the Lorde. ⁷ Oh that the sauynge healthe were geuen vnto Israel out of Sion. Oh that the Lord wolde deliuer his people out of captiuitie. Then shoulde Iacob reioyse, & Israell should be right glad.