Salme 3
1 En Salme af David, da han flygtede for sin Søn Absalom.
The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.
2 HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
3 mange, som siger om min Sjæl: »Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!« (Sela)
But thou, O Lord art my protector, 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 have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
5 Jeg raaber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
6 Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vaagned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
7 Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast 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)
Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
