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.) HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
mange, som siger om min Sjæl: "Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!" (Sela)
3 But thou, O Lord, art my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
Jeg råber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vågned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
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.
Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du på Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder!
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
