Psalms 3
1 A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how my adversaries have 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 you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Bet Tu, Kungs, esi par bruņām ap mani, mana godība un kas paceļ manu galvu.
4 I cry to the LORD 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 myself down and slept. I awakened, for the LORD sustains me.
Es apgūlos un aizmigu, un atmodos, jo Tas Kungs mani uztur
6 I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Es nebīstos no daudz tūkstošiem ļaužu, kas visapkārt pret mani stājās.
7 Arise, LORD! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You 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 the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
Pie Tā Kunga ir pestīšana! Tava svētība pār Taviem ļaudīm! (Sela)
