Psalm 14

1 मूर्ख ने अपने मन में कहा है, कोई परमेश्वर है ही नहीं। वे बिगड़ गए, उन्होंने घिनौने काम किए हैं, कोई सुकर्मी नहीं।

2 परमेश्वर ने स्वर्ग में से मनुष्यों पर दृष्टि की है, कि देखे कि कोई बुद्धिमान, कोई परमेश्वर का खोजी है या नहीं।

3 वे सब के सब भटक गए, वे सब भ्रष्ट हो गए; कोई सुकर्मी नहीं, एक भी नहीं।

4 क्या किसी अनर्थकारी को कुछ भी ज्ञान नहीं रहता, जो मेरे लोगों को ऐसे खा जाते हैं जैसे रोटी, और परमेश्वर का नाम नहीं लेते?

5 वहां उन पर भय छा गया, क्योंकि परमेश्वर धर्मी लोगों के बीच में निरन्तर रहता है।

6 तुम तो दीन की युक्ति की हंसी उड़ाते हो इसलिये कि यहोवा उसका शरणस्थान है।

7 भला हो कि इस्राएल का उद्धार सिय्योन से प्रगट होता! जब यहोवा अपनी प्रजा को दासत्व से लौटा ले आएगा, तब याकूब मगन और इस्राएल आनन्दित होगा॥

1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

2 The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works, there is none that doeth good.

3 The Lord looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there were any that did understand, and seek God.

4 They are all gone aside, they are all together become filthy: there is none that doeth good, no, not one.

5 Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge? who eat up my people as they eat bread, and call not upon the Lord.

6 There were they in great fear: for God is in the generation of the righteous.

7 Ye have shamed the counsel of the poor, because the Lord is his refuge.

8 Oh that the salvation of Israel were come out of Zion! when the Lord bringeth back the captivity of his people, Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall be glad.

0 To the chief Musician, even to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David.

1 I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.

2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,

4 Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.

5 Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

6 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.

8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.

9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.

10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.

11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.

12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.