Psalms 3
1 Jehovah, how my adversaries are increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
En Salme af David, da han flygtede for sin Søn Absalom.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
3 But thou, O Jehovah, are a shield about me, my glory and he who lifts up of my head.
mange, som siger om min Sjæl: »Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!« (Sela)
4 I cry to Jehovah with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
5 I laid down and slept. I awoke, for Jehovah sustains me.
Jeg raaber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people who have set themselves against me round about.
Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vaagned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
7 Arise, O Jehovah. Save me, O my God. For thou have smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone. Thou have broken the teeth of the wicked.
Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
8 Salvation belongs to Jehovah. Thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
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)
