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 Leader. A Psalm of David. The fool hath said in his heart: 'There is no God'; they have dealt corruptly, they have done abominably; 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.

The LORD looked forth from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there were any man of understanding, that did seek after God.

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

They are all corrupt, they are together become impure; there is none that doeth good, no, not 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.

'Shall not all the workers of iniquity know it, who eat up My people as they eat bread, and call not upon the LORD?'

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

There are they in great fear; for God is with the righteous generation.

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

Ye would put to shame the counsel of the poor, but the LORD is 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 the LORD turneth the captivity of His people, let Jacob rejoice, let Israel be glad.