PSALM 53

¹To the lead player, on the mahalath, a David maskil.

    ²The scoundrel has said in his heart,

          “There is no God.”

    They corrupt and do loathsome misdeeds.

          There is none who does good.

    ³The LORD from the heavens looked down

          on the sons of humankind

    to see, is there someone discerning,

          someone seeking out God.

    ⁴All are tainted,

          altogether befouled.

    There is none who does good.

          There is not even one.

    ⁵Do they not know,

          the wrongdoers?

    Devourers of my people devoured them like bread.

          They did not call on God.

    ⁶There did they sorely fear.

          —There was no fear,

    for God scattered the bones of your besieger.

          You put them to shame, for God spurned them.

    ⁷O, may from Zion come Israel’s rescue

          when God restores His people’s fortunes.

    May Jacob exult.

          May Israel rejoice.