The impious hath said in his heart - There is no God! They have acted corruptly, they have done an abominable deed, there is none that doeth good.

The whole, have turned aside, Together have they become tainted, - There is none that doeth good, not so much as, one!

They cried out, but there was none to save, unto Yahweh, but he answered them not.

Be not far from me, for, distress, is near, For there is none to help.

Yea let, none who wait for thee, be put to shame, Let them be put to shame who act covertly without cause!

Yahweh ransometh the soul of his servants, And none shall be held guilty, who seek refuge in him.

A brother, can none of them, redeem, he cannot give unto God a ransom for himself:

Understand this, I pray you, ye forgetters of GOD, Lest I tear in pieces, and there be none to deliver: -

The impious hath said in his heart, There is no God! They have acted corruptly, They have wrought abominable perversity, There is none that doeth good: -

They all, have turned back, together have they become tainted, - There is none that doeth good, Not so much as, one!

Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am weak, - Though I waited for one to pity me, yet there was none, And for comforters, yet I found not any.

Let their encampment become desolate, In their tents, be there none to dwell:

Saying, God, hath forsaken him, Pursue and take him, For there is none to rescue.

Of the toil of weak mortals, have they none, Nor, with the sons of earth, are they hard smitten.

The valiant of heart have become a spoil, They have slumbered their sleep, And none of the men of might have found their hands.

They have poured out their blood like water, Round about Jerusalem, With none to bury.

There is none like unto thee, among the gods, O My Lord, And nothing like thy works.

They wandered about in the desert - in a waste, Way to a city to dwell in, found they none;

Let him have no one to continue lovingkindness, and there be none to favour his fatherless children;

Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, - Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.