Salme 14

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

To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. The foole hath said in his heart, There is no God: they haue corrupted, and done an abominable worke: there is none that doeth good.

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

The Lord looked downe from heauen vpon the children of men, to see if there were any that would vnderstand, and seeke God.

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

All are gone out of the way: they are all corrupt: there is none that doeth good, no not one.

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

Doe not all the workers of iniquitie know that they eate vp my people, as they eate bread? they call not vpon the Lord.

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

There they shall be taken with feare, because God is in the generation of the iust.

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

You haue made a mocke at the counsell of the poore, because the Lord is his trust.

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

Oh giue saluation vnto Israel out of Zion: when the Lord turneth the captiuitie of his people, then Iaakob shall reioyce, and Israel shall be glad.