Salme 14

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

To the victorie of Dauid. The vnwise man seide in his herte, God is not. Thei ben corrupt, and ben maad abhomynable in her studies; noon is that doith good, noon is til to oon.

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

The Lord bihelde fro heuene on the sones of men; that he se, if ony is vndurstondynge, ethir sekynge God.

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

Alle bowiden awei, togidere thei ben maad vnprofitable; noon is that doth good, noon is `til to oon. The throte of hem is an open sepulcre, thei diden gilefuli with her tungis; the venym of snakis is vndur her lippis. Whos mouth is ful of cursyng and bittirnesse; her feet ben swift to schede out blood. Sorewe and cursidnesse is in the weies of hem, and thei knewen not the weie of pees; the drede of God is not bifor her iyen.

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

Whether alle men that worchen wickidnesse schulen not knowe; that deuowren my puple, as mete of breed?

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

Thei clepeden not the Lord; thei trembliden there for dreed, where was no drede;

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

for the Lord is in a riytful generacioun. Thou hast schent the counsel of a pore man; for the Lord is his hope.

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

Who schal yyue fro Syon helthe to Israel? Whanne the Lord hath turned awei the caitifte of his puple; Jacob schal `fulli be ioiful, and Israel schal be glad.