Salme 14

1 Til Sangmesteren; af David. En Daare siger i sit Hjerte: Der er ingen Gud; fordærvelig, vederstyggelig er deres Gerning; der er ingen, som gør godt.

For the choirmaster. Of David. The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt; their acts are vile. There is no one who does good.

2 Herren saa ned fra Himmelen paa Menneskens Børn, at se, om der var nogen forstandig, nogen, som søgte Gud.

The LORD looks down from heaven upon the sons of men to see if any understand, if any seek God.

3 De ere alle afvegne, de ere fordærvede til Hobe; der er ingen, som gør godt, end ikke een.

All have turned away, they have together become corrupt; there is no one who does good, not even one.

4 Have de ikke kendt det, alle de, som gøre Uret, som æde mit Folk, som de aade Brød? de kaldte ikke paa Herren.

Will the workers of iniquity never learn? They devour my people like bread; they refuse to call upon the LORD.

5 Den Gang frygtede de saare, fordi Gud var med den retfærdiges Slægt.

There they are, overwhelmed with dread, for God is in the company of the righteous.

6 Gører kun den elendiges Raad til Skamme; thi Herren er hans Tilflugt.

You sinners frustrate the plans of the oppressed, yet the LORD is their shelter.

7 Gid der fra Zion kom Frelse for Israel! Naar Herren tilbagefører sit fangne Folk, da skal Jakob fryde sig, Israel glæde sig.

Oh, that the salvation of Israel would come from Zion! When the LORD restores His captive people, let Jacob rejoice, let Israel be glad!