Salme 3
1 En Salme af David, da han flygtede for sin Søn Absalom.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
2 HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
3 mange, som siger om min Sjæl: »Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!« (Sela)
But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
4 Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 Jeg raaber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
6 Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vaagned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
7 Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
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)
Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
