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. David’s. The impious hath said in his heart—There is no God! They have acted corruptly, they have done an abominable deed, 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.

Yahweh, out of the heavens, looked down over the sons of men, —to see whether there was one that showed wisdom, enquiring after God: —

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

The whole, have turned aside, Together have they become tainted, —There is none that doeth good, not so much as, one!

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

Are all the workers of iniquity, without knowledge? devouring my people [as] they devour food! Upon Yahweh, have they not called.

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

There have they been in great dread, because, God, is in the circle of the righteous man.

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

The purpose of the poor, ye would put to shame, because, Yahweh, is his refuge.

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

Oh that, out of Zion, were granted the salvation of Israel! When Yahweh bringeth back the captives of his people, Jacob, shall exult, Israel, be glad.