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 Chief Musician. By David.] The fool has said in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt. They do abominable works. There is none who does good.

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

The LORD looks down from heaven on the descendants of Adam, to see if there are any who are wise, who seek after God.

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

They have all turned away. They have together become corrupt. There is no one who does 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 evildoers no knowledge, who eat up my people as they eat bread? They do not call on the LORD.

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

There they are utterly terrified, for God is in the generation of the righteous.

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

You would frustrate the plans of the lowly, 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 would come out of Zion. When the LORD restores the fortunes of his people, may Jacob rejoice, may Israel be glad.