Psalms 14

1 “To the chief musician, by David.” The worthless fool saith in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they are abominable [in their] doings, there is none that doth good.

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

2 The Lord looketh down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there be one intelligent, one who seeketh for God.

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

3 They are all gone aside, they are altogether become corrupt: there is none that doth good, no, not even one.

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

4 Is there no knowledge in all the workers of wickedness? who eat up my people as they eat bread; [while] they do not call on the Lord.

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

5 There are they terrified in terror; for God is with the righteous generation:

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

6 The counsel of the poor [though] you put to shame; because the Lord is his protection.

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

7 Oh that some one might bring the salvation of Israel out of Zion! When the Lord bringeth back the captivity of his people, then will Jacob be glad, and Israel will rejoice.

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