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. [A Psalm] of David. The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, 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.

The LORD looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there were any that did understand, 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 gone aside; they are together become filthy; 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.

Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge? 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 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 put to shame the counsel of the poor, because 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 bringeth back the captivity of his people, then shall Jacob rejoice, [and] Israel shall be glad.