Salme 3
1 En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
A Psalm of David. When he fled from the face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.
2 Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
3 Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
4 Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
6 Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
7 Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. 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)
Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
