Salme 3
1 (En Salme af David, da han flygtede for sin søn Absalom.) HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
A Psalm. Of David. When he went in flight from Absalom his son. Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me.
2 mange, som siger om min Sjæl: "Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!" (Sela)
Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
3 Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
4 Jeg råber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah)
5 Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vågned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
6 Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.
7 Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du på Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder!
Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you.
8 Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
