Salme 14

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

For the Leader. A Psalm of David. The fool hath said in his heart: 'There is no God'; they have dealt corruptly, they have done abominably; 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 forth from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there were any man of understanding, that did seek after God.

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

They are all corrupt, they are together become impure; 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?

'Shall not all the workers of iniquity know it, who eat up My people as they eat bread, and call not upon the LORD?'

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

There are they in great fear; for God is with the righteous generation.

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

Ye would put to shame the counsel of the poor, but the LORD is his refuge.

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

Oh that the salvation of Israel were come out of Zion! When the LORD turneth the captivity of His people, let Jacob rejoice, let Israel be glad.