Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
En Salme af David, da han flygtede for sin Søn Absalom.
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
3 But thou, O Lord, art my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
mange, som siger om min Sjæl: »Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!« (Sela)
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
Jeg raaber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vaagned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for thou hast smitten all who were without cause mine enemies; thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and thy blessing is upon thy people.
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)
