Salme 3
1 En Salme af David, da han flygtede for sin Søn Absalom.
A psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
2 HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
Many are those who say of me, “There is no help for him in his God.” (Selah)
3 mange, som siger om min Sjæl: »Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!« (Sela)
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 Jeg raaber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vaagned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
7 Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters 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)
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
