Salme 3
1 En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
2 Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
3 Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
4 Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
6 Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
7 Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
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)
Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
