Salme 14

1 Til Sangmesteren. Af David. Daarerne siger i Hjertet: »Der er ingen Gud!« Slet og afskyeligt handler de, ingen gør godt.

The fool has said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt. They have done abominable works. There is none that does good.

2 HERREN skuer ned fra Himlen paa Menneskens Børn for at se, om der findes en forstandig, nogen, der søger Gud.

Jehovah looked down from heaven upon the sons of men to see if there were any who understood, who sought after God.

3 Afveget er alle, til Hobe fordærvet, ingen gør godt, end ikke een!

They are all gone aside. They are together become filthy. There is none who does good, no, not one.

4 Er alle de Udaadsmænd da uden Forstand, der æder mit Folk, som aad de Brød, og ikke paakalder HERREN?

Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge, who eat up my people as they eat bread, and call not upon Jehovah?

5 Af Rædsel gribes de da, thi Gud er i de retfærdiges Slægt.

There they were in great fear, for God is in the generation of the righteous.

6 Gør kun den armes Raad til Skamme, HERREN er dog hans Tilflugt.

Ye put to shame the counsel of the poor because Jehovah is his refuge.

7 Ak, kom dog fra Zion Israels Frelse! Naar HERREN vender Folkets Skæbne, skal Jakob juble, Israel glædes!

O that the salvation of Israel came out of Zion! When Jehovah brings back the captivity of his people, then Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall be glad.