Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.

For there is no stability in their mouth. Their heart is mischiefs, An open grave is their throat, Their tongue they make smooth.

For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?

Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.

O Jehovah, my God, if I have done this, If there is iniquity in my hands,

To the Overseer. -- By David. A fool hath said in his heart, 'God is not;' They have done corruptly, They have done abominable actions, There is not a doer of good.

Jehovah from the heavens Hath looked on the sons of men, To see if there is a wise one -- seeking God.

The whole have turned aside, Together they have been filthy: There is not a doer of good, not even one.

There they have feared a fear, For God is in the generation of the righteous.

They cry, and there is no saviour, On Jehovah, and He doth not answer them.

There is no speech, and there are no words. Their voice hath not been heard.

My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.

Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.

O the happiness of a man, To whom Jehovah imputeth not iniquity, And in whose spirit there is no deceit.

Fear Jehovah, ye His holy ones, For there is no lack to those fearing Him.

There have workers of iniquity fallen, They have been overthrown, And have not been able to arise!

Much hast Thou done, Jehovah my God; Thy wonders and Thy thoughts toward us, There is none to arrange unto Thee, I declare and speak: They have been more than to be numbered.

Trembling hath seized them there, Pain, as of a travailing woman.

Understand this, I pray you, Ye who are forgetting God, Lest I tear, and there is no deliverer.

To the Overseer. -- 'On a disease.' -- An instruction, by David. A fool said in his heart, 'There is no God.' They have done corruptly, Yea, they have done abominable iniquity, There is none doing good.

God from the heavens looked on the sons of men, To see if there be an understanding one, One seeking God.

Every one went back, together they became filthy, There is none doing good -- not even one.

There they feared a fear -- there was no fear, For God hath scattered the bones of him Who is encamping against thee, Thou hast put to shame, For God hath despised them.

And man saith: 'Surely fruit is for the righteous: Surely there is a God judging in the earth!'

He hath turned a sea to dry land, Through a river they pass over on foot, There do we rejoice in Him.

There is little Benjamin their ruler, Heads of Judah their defence, Heads of Zebulun -- heads of Naphtali.

I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.

Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.

Their tower is desolated, In their tents there is no dweller.

For God doth save Zion, And doth build the cities of Judah, And they have dwelt there, and possess it.

Saying, 'God hath forsaken him, Pursue and catch him, for there is no deliverer.'

There is a handful of corn in the earth, On the top of mountains, Shake like Lebanon doth its fruit, And they flourish out of the city as the herb of the earth.

The peace of the wicked I see, That there are no bands at their death,

And they have said, 'How hath God known? And is there knowledge in the Most High?'

Our ensigns we have not seen, There is no more a prophet, Nor with us is one knowing how long.

There he hath shivered arrows of a bow, Shield, and sword, and battle. Selah.

They have shed their blood As water round about Jerusalem, And there is none burying.

There is not in thee a strange god, And thou bowest not thyself to a strange god.

A Song, -- A Psalm of Asaph. O God, let there be no silence to Thee, Be not silent, nor be quiet, O God.

There is none like Thee among the gods, O Lord, And like Thy works there are none.

I mention Rahab and Babel to those knowing Me, Lo, Philistia, and Tyre, with Cush! This one was born there.

Jehovah doth recount in the describing of the peoples, 'This one was born there.' Selah.

There fall at thy side a thousand, And a myriad at thy right hand, Unto thee it cometh not nigh.

To declare that upright is Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!

This, the sea, great and broad of sides, There are moving things -- innumerable, Living creatures -- small with great.

There do ships go: leviathan, That Thou hast formed to play in it.

And bringeth them out with silver and gold, And there is not in its tribes a feeble one.

And He humbleth with labour their heart, They have been feeble, and there is no helper.

And He causeth the hungry to dwell there, And they prepare a city of habitation.

He hath none to extend kindness, Nor is there one showing favour to his orphans.

For there have sat thrones of judgment, Thrones of the house of David.

There I cause to spring up a horn for David, I have arranged a lamp for Mine anointed.

As dew of Hermon -- That cometh down on hills of Zion, For there Jehovah commanded the blessing -- Life unto the age!

Ears they have, and they give not ear, Nose -- there is no breath in their mouth!

By rivers of Babylon -- There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.

For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers -- joy: 'Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.'

For there is not a word in my tongue, Lo, O Jehovah, Thou hast known it all!

If I ascend the heavens -- there Thou art, And spread out a couch in Sheol, lo, Thee!

Also there Thy hand doth lead me, And Thy right hand doth hold me.

Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.

Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.

Great is Jehovah, and praised greatly, And of His greatness there is no searching.

Great is our Lord, and abundant in power, Of His understanding there is no narration.