Salme 3
1 En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
A Psalm. Of David. When he went in flight from Absalom his son. Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me.
2 Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
3 Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
4 Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah)
5 Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
6 Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.
7 Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you.
8 Staa op, Herre! frels mig, min Gud! thi du har slaget alle mine Fjender paa Kinden; du har sønderbrudt de ugudeliges Tænder. Hos Herren er Frelsen; din Velsignelse være over dit Folk! (Sela)
Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
