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 of the music. A psalm of David.” The fool saith in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt; abominable are their doings; 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 looketh down from heaven upon the children of men, To see if there are any that have understanding, That have regard to 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; together are they corrupt; 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 the evil-doers be requited, Who devour my people like bread, And call not upon Jehovah?

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

Yea, then shall they be in great fear; For Jehovah is with the race of the righteous.

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

Ye would put to shame the counsel of the poor; But Jehovah is their 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 salvation for Israel would come out of Zion! When Jehovah bringeth back the captives of his people, Then shall Jacob rejoice, and Israel be glad.