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.
Dāvida dziesma, kad tas bēga no sava dēla Absaloma. Ak Kungs! cik daudz manu pretinieku! Daudz, kas ceļas pret mani
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Daudz saka uz manu dvēseli: tai pestīšanas nav pie Dieva.(Sela.)
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
Bet Tu, Kungs, esi par bruņām ap mani, mana godība un kas paceļ manu galvu.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
Es piesaucu To Kungu ar savu balsi, un Viņš mani paklausa no Sava svētā kalna. (Sela)
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
Es apgūlos un aizmigu, un atmodos, jo Tas Kungs mani uztur
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
Es nebīstos no daudz tūkstošiem ļaužu, kas visapkārt pret mani stājās.
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.
Celies, Kungs, glābi mani, mans Dievs, jo Tu visiem maniem ienaidniekiem siti vaigā, Tu bezdievīgiem salauzi zobus.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Pie Tā Kunga ir pestīšana! Tava svētība pār Taviem ļaudīm! (Sela)
