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.

Unto the end, a psalm for David. The fool hath said in his heart: There is no God, They are corrupt, and are become abominable in their ways: there is none that doth good, no not one.

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

The Lord hath looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there be any that understand and seek God.

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

They are all gone aside, they are become unprofitable together: there is none that doth good, no not one. Their throat is an open sepulchre: with their tongues they acted deceitfully; the poison of asps is under their lips. Their mouth is full of cursing and bitterness; their feet are swift to shed blood. Destruction and unhappiness 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.

Shall not all they know that work iniquity, who devour my people as they eat bread?

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

They have not called upon the Lord: there have they trembled for fear, where there was no fear.

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

For the Lord is in the just generation: you have confounded the counsel of the poor man, but 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 shall give out of Sion the salvation of Israel? when the Lord shall have turned away the captivity of his people, Jacob shall rejoice and Israel shall be glad.