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 fled from his son Absalom.” How many, O LORD, are mine enemies! How many are they who rise up against me!
2 mange, som siger om min Sjæl: "Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!" (Sela)
How many are they who say of me, “There is no help for him with God”! (Pause)
3 Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
But thou, O LORD! art my shield, My glory, and the lifter-up of my head.
4 Jeg råber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I call upon the LORD with my voice, And he heareth me from his holy hill. (Pause)
5 Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vågned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
I lay me down and sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
6 Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
I will not fear the ten thousands of people Who on every side set themselves against me.
7 Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du på Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder!
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! For thou smitest the cheek of all my enemies; Thou breakest the teeth of the wicked.
8 Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
Deliverance cometh from the LORD: May thy blessing be with thy people! (Pause)
