Salme 53

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

To the Overseer. — 'On a disease.' — An instruction, by David. A fool said in his heart, 'There is no God.' They have done corruptly, Yea, they have done abominable iniquity, There is none doing good.

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

God from the heavens looked on the sons of men, To see if there be an understanding one, [One] seeking God.

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

Every one went back, together they became filthy, There is none doing good — not even one.

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

Have not workers of iniquity known, Those eating my people have eaten bread, God they have not called.

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

There they feared a fear — there was no fear, For God hath scattered the bones of him Who is encamping against thee, Thou hast put to shame, For God 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.

Who doth give from Zion the salvation of Israel? When God turneth back [to] a captivity of His people, Jacob doth rejoice — Israel is glad!