Salme 53

1 Til Sangmesteren. Al-mahalat. En Maskil af David.

The fool hath said in his heart, There is no Elohim. Corrupt are they, and have done abominable iniquity: there is none that doeth good.

2 Daarerne siger i Hjertet: »Der er ingen Gud!« Slet og afskyeligt handler de, ingen gør godt.

Elohim looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there were any that did understand, that did seek Elohim.

3 Gud skuer ned fra Himlen paa Menneskenes Børn for at se, om der findes en forstandig, nogen, der søger Gud.

Every one of them is gone back: they are altogether become filthy; there is none that doeth good, no, not one.

4 Afveget er alle, til Hobe fordærvede, ingen gør godt, end ikke een.

Have the workers of iniquity no knowledge? who eat up my people as they eat bread: they have not called upon Elohim.

5 Er de Udaadsmænd da uden Forstand, de, der æder mit Folk, som aad de Brød, og ikke paakalder Gud?

There were they in great fear, where no fear was: for Elohim hath scattered the bones of him that encampeth against thee: thou hast put them to shame, because Elohim hath despised them.

6 Af Rædsel gribes de da, hvor ingen Rædsel var; thi Gud adsplitter din Belejrers Ben; de bliver til Skamme, thi Gud forkaster dem. Ak, kom dog fra Zion Israels Frelse! Naar Gud vender sit Folks Skæbne, skal Jakob juble, Israel glædes.

Oh that the salvation of Israel were come out of Zion! When Elohim bringeth back the captivity of his people, Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall be glad.