<t /><p class="psasuper">For the music director; by David.p> <p class="poetry">Fools say to themselves,<n id="2" /> &#8220;There is no God.&#8221;<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">They sin and commit evil deeds;<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">none of them does what is right.<n id="5" />p>

<t /><p class="psasuper">For the music director; according to the <i>machalathi> style;<n id="2" /> a well-written song<n id="3" /> by David.p> <p class="poetry">Fools say to themselves,<n id="4" /> &#8220;There is no God.&#8221;<n id="5" />p> <p class="poetry">They sin and commit evil deeds;<n id="6" />p> <p class="poetry">none of them does what is right.<n id="7" />p>

<t /><p class="psasuper">For the music director; according to the tune of &#8220;Lilies;&#8221;<n id="2" /> by the Korahites, a well-written poem,<n id="3" /> a love song.p> <p class="poetry">My heart is stirred by a beautiful song.<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">I say, &#8220;I have composed this special song<n id="5" /> for the king;p> <p class="poetry">my tongue is as skilled as the stylus of an experienced scribe.&#8221;<n id="6" />p>