< 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 Chief Musician. By David.] The fool has said in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt. They do abominable works. There is none 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 on the descendants of Adam, to see if there are any who are wise, who seek after God.
3 De ere alle afvegne, de ere fordærvede til Hobe; der er ingen, som gør godt, end ikke een.
They have all turned away. They have together become corrupt. There is no one who does 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.
Have all evildoers no knowledge, who eat up my people as they eat bread? They do not call on the LORD.
5 Den Gang frygtede de saare, fordi Gud var med den retfærdiges Slægt.
There they are utterly terrified, for God is in the generation of the righteous.
6 Gører kun den elendiges Raad til Skamme; thi Herren er hans Tilflugt.
You would frustrate the plans of the lowly, 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 would come out of Zion. When the LORD restores the fortunes of his people, may Jacob rejoice, may Israel be glad.

< Salme 14 >