Psalms 3
1 Jehovah, how my adversaries are increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
Dāvida dziesma, kad tas bēga no sava dēla Absaloma. Ak Kungs! cik daudz manu pretinieku! Daudz, kas ceļas pret mani
2 Many there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Daudz saka uz manu dvēseli: tai pestīšanas nav pie Dieva.(Sela.)
3 But thou, O Jehovah, are a shield about me, my glory and he who lifts up of my head.
Bet Tu, Kungs, esi par bruņām ap mani, mana godība un kas paceļ manu galvu.
4 I cry to Jehovah with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Es piesaucu To Kungu ar savu balsi, un Viņš mani paklausa no Sava svētā kalna. (Sela)
5 I laid down and slept. I awoke, for Jehovah sustains me.
Es apgūlos un aizmigu, un atmodos, jo Tas Kungs mani uztur
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people who have set themselves against me round about.
Es nebīstos no daudz tūkstošiem ļaužu, kas visapkārt pret mani stājās.
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.
Celies, Kungs, glābi mani, mans Dievs, jo Tu visiem maniem ienaidniekiem siti vaigā, Tu bezdievīgiem salauzi zobus.
8 Salvation belongs to Jehovah. Thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
Pie Tā Kunga ir pestīšana! Tava svētība pār Taviem ļaudīm! (Sela)
