Salme 14

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

Unto the end, a psalm for David. The fool hath said in his heart: There is no God, They are corrupt, and are become abominable in their ways: there is none that doth good, no not one.

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

The Lord hath looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there be any that understand and seek God.

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

They are all gone aside, they are become unprofitable together: there is none that doth good, no not one. Their throat is an open sepulchre: with their tongues they acted deceitfully; the poison of asps is under their lips. Their mouth is full of cursing and bitterness; their feet are swift to shed blood. Destruction and unhappiness in their ways: and the way of peace they have not known: there is no fear of God before their eyes.

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

Shall not all they know that work iniquity, who devour my people as they eat bread?

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

They have not called upon the Lord: there have they trembled for fear, where there was no fear.

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

For the Lord is in the just generation: you have confounded the counsel of the poor man, but the Lord is his hope.

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

Who shall give out of Sion the salvation of Israel? when the Lord shall have turned away the captivity of his people, Jacob shall rejoice and Israel shall be glad.