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. A fool says in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt and have done abominable iniquity; there is no one who does good.

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

Yahweh looks down from heaven on the children of mankind to see if there are any who understand, who seek after him.

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

They have all turned away. Together they have 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.

Do they not know anything, those who commit iniquity, those who eat up my people as they eat bread, but who do not call on Yahweh?

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

They tremble with dread, for God is with the righteous assembly!

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

You want to humiliate the poor person even though Yahweh 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 from Zion! When Yahweh brings back his people from the captivity, then Jacob will rejoice and Israel will be glad!