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.

To the chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They have corrupted themselves, they have done abominable works: there is none that doeth good.

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

Jehovah looked down from the heavens upon the children of men, to see if there were any that did understand, that did seek God.

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

They have all gone aside, they are together become corrupt: there is none that doeth 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.

Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge, eating up my people [as] they eat bread? They call not upon Jehovah.

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

There were they in great fear; for God is in the generation of the righteous.

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

Ye have shamed the counsel of the afflicted, because Jehovah [was] his refuge.

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 were come out of Zion! When Jehovah turneth again the captivity of his people, Jacob shall be glad, Israel shall rejoice.