Psalmi 3
1 Psalam. Davidov. Kad je David bježao pred sinom Abšalomom. Jahve, koliko je tlačitelja mojih, koliki se podižu na me!
A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
2 Mnogi su što o meni zbore: “Nema mu spasenja u Bogu!”
Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 Ti si ipak štit moj, Jahve; slavo moja, ti mi glavu podižeš.
But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 Iza sveg glasa Jahvi zavapih, i on me usliša sa svete gore svoje.
With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 Sad mogu leć' i usnuti, i onda ustat' jer me Jahve drži.
I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
6 Ne bojim se tisuća ljudi što me opsjedaju dušmanski.
I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
7 Ustani, o Jahve! Spasi me, o Bože moj! Ti udaraš po obrazu sve neprijatelje moje, opakima zube razbijaš.
Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
8 U Jahve je spasenje: na tvom narodu tvoj je blagoslov!
To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
