Salme 3
1 En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
2 Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; 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.
With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
5 Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
7 Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
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 Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
