Salme 3
1 En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
A psalm of David concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
2 Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
3 Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
4 Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
6 Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
7 Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break 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 belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
