Salme 3
1 En Salme af David, da han flygtede for sin Søn Absalom.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how are mine adversaries increased! Many are they that rise up against me.
2 HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
Many there are that say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
3 mange, som siger om min Sjæl: »Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!« (Sela)
But thou, O Jehovah, art a shield about me; My glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
I cry unto Jehovah with my voice, And he answereth me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 Jeg raaber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vaagned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people That have set themselves against me round about.
7 Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
Arise, O Jehovah; save me, O my God: For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du paa Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder! Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
Salvation belongeth unto Jehovah: Thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
