Salme 3
1 En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
2 Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
3 Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
I cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (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 awakened, for the LORD sustains me.
6 Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
7 Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
Arise, LORD! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have 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 belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
