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 Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører 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; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Staa op, Herre! frels mig, min Gud! thi du har slaget alle mine Fjender paa Kinden; du har sønderbrudt de ugudeliges Tænder. Hos Herren er Frelsen; din Velsignelse være over dit Folk! (Sela)
