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 end, Psalm of David. The fool has said in his heart, There is no God. They have corrupted [themselves], and become abominable in their devices; there is none that does goodness, there is not even so much as one.

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

The Lord looked down from heaven upon the sons of men, to see if there were any that understood, or sought after god.

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

They are all gone out of the way, they are together become good for nothing, there is none that does good, no not one. Their throat is an open sepulchre; with their tongues they have used deceit; the poison of asps is under their lips: whose mouth is full of cursing and bitterness; their feet are swift to shed blood: destruction and misery are in their ways; and the way of peace they have not known: there is no fear of God before their eyes.

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 not all the workers of iniquity know, who eat up my people as they would eat bread? they have not called upon the Lord.

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

There were they alarmed with fear, where there was no fear; for God is in the righteous generation.

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

You have shamed the counsel of the poor, because the Lord is his hope.

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

Who will bring the salvation of Israel out of Sion? when the Lord brings back the captivity of his people, let Jacob exult, and Israel be glad.