3All bowed away, they be made unprofitable altogether; none is that doeth good, there is not till to one.
4Whether all men, that work wicked-ness, shall not know; which devour my people, as the meat of bread? They called not God;
5there they trembled for dread, where no dread was. For God hath scattered the bones of them, that please men; they be shamed, for God hath forsaken them.