Salme 3
1 En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
“A psalm of David, when he fled from before Abshalom his son.” Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, 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 help for him with God. (Selah)
3 Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
4 Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
6 Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
7 Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
Arise, O Lord, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break.
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 belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
