Salme 14

1 (Til sangmesteren. Af David.) Dårerne siger i Hjertet: "Der er ingen Gud!" Slet og afskyeligt handler de, ingen gør godt.

“For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.” The fool saith in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt; abominable are their doings; There is none that doeth good.

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

Jehovah looketh down from heaven upon the children of men, To see if there are any that have understanding, That have regard to God.

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

They are all gone out of the way; together are they corrupt; There is none that doeth good—no, not one.

4 Er alle de Udådsmænd da uden Forstand, der æder mit Folk, som åd de Brød, og ikke påkalder HERREN?

Shall not the evil-doers be requited, Who devour my people like bread, And call not upon Jehovah?

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

Yea, then shall they be in great fear; For Jehovah is with the race of the righteous.

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

Ye would put to shame the counsel of the poor; But Jehovah is their refuge.

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

Oh that salvation for Israel would come out of Zion! When Jehovah bringeth back the captives of his people, Then shall Jacob rejoice, and Israel be glad.