Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.

For there is no faithfulness in their mouth; their inward part is very wickedness; their throat is an open sepulchre; they flatter with their tongue.

For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks?

{To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.} The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works, there is none that doeth good.

There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.

Blessed is the man unto whom the LORD imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile.

Then I confessed my sin; I no longer covered up my wrongdoing. I said, "I will confess my rebellious acts to the Lord." And then you forgave my sins. (Selah)

O fear the LORD, ye his saints: for there is no want to them that fear him.

{To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David the servant of the LORD.} The transgression of the wicked saith within my heart, that there is no fear of God before his eyes.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.

Thus I was as a man that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no reproofs.

{To the chief Musician upon Mahalath, Maschil, A Psalm of David.} The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. Corrupt are they, and have done abominable iniquity: there is none that doeth good.

There were they in great fear, where no fear was: for God hath scattered the bones of him that encampeth against thee: thou hast put them to shame, because God hath despised them.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

For there are no bands in their death: but their strength is firm.

We see not our signs: there is no more any prophet: neither is there among us any that knoweth how long.

I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:

set free among the dead, like [the] slain lying in [the] grave, whom you no longer remember, even those cut off from your hand.

no harm will come to you;
no plague will come near your tent.

To shew that the LORD is upright: he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.

He poureth contempt upon princes, and causeth them to wander in the wilderness, where there is no way.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.

Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help.