Salme 3
1 En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
“A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom.” How many, O LORD, are mine enemies! How many are they who rise up against me!
2 Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
How many are they who say of me, “There is no help for him with God”! (Pause)
3 Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
But thou, O LORD! art my shield, 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.
I call upon the LORD with my voice, And he heareth me from his holy hill. (Pause)
5 Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I lay me down and sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
6 Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
I will not fear the ten thousands of people Who on every side set themselves against me.
7 Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! For thou smitest the cheek of all my enemies; Thou breakest 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)
Deliverance cometh from the LORD: May thy blessing be with thy people! (Pause)
