Salme 14

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

“To the chief musician, by David.” The worthless fool saith in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they are abominable [in their] doings, there is none that doth good.

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

The Lord looketh down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there be one intelligent, one who seeketh for God.

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

They are all gone aside, they are altogether become corrupt: there is none that doth good, no, not even one.

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

Is there no knowledge in all the workers of wickedness? who eat up my people as they eat bread; [while] they do not call on the Lord.

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

There are they terrified in terror; for God is with the righteous generation:

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

The counsel of the poor [though] you put to shame; because the Lord is his protection.

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

Oh that some one might bring the salvation of Israel out of Zion! When the Lord bringeth back the captivity of his people, then will Jacob be glad, and Israel will rejoice.