1(Til sangmestern. Al-mahalat. En maskil af David.) Dårerne siger i Hjertet: "Der er ingen Gud!" Slet og afskyeligt handler de, ingen gør godt.
1To 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.
2Gud skuer ned fra Himlen på Menneskenes Børn for at se, om der findes en forstandig, nogen, der søger Gud.
2God from the heavens looked on the sons of men, To see if there be an understanding one, [One] seeking God.
3Afveget er alle, til Hobe fordærvet, ingen gør godt, end ikke een.
3Every one went back, together they became filthy, There is none doing good — not even one.
4Er de Udådsmænd da uden Forstand de, der æder mit Folk, som åd de Brød, og ikke påkalder Gud?
4Have not workers of iniquity known, Those eating my people have eaten bread, God they have not called.
5Af Rædsel gribes de da, hvor ingen Rædsel var; thi Gud adsplitter din Belejres Ben; de bliver til Skamme, thi Gud forkaster dem.
5There 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.
6Ak, kom dog fra Zion Israels Frelse! Når Gud vender sit Folks Skæbne, skal Jakob juble, Israel glædes.
6Who doth give from Zion the salvation of Israel? When God turneth back [to] a captivity of His people, Jacob doth rejoice — Israel is glad!