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 by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
2 mange, som siger om min Sjæl: "Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!" (Sela)
Many there are 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 you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 Jeg råber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I cry to Yahweh with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vågned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for Yahweh sustains me.
6 Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
7 Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du på Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder!
Arise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
Salvation belongs to Yahweh. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
