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 hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works, 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 down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there were any that did understand, and seek God.

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

They are all gone aside, they are all together become filthy: 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?

Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge? 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 were they 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 have shamed the counsel of the poor, because 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 bringeth back the captivity of his people, Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall be glad.