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 av David, da han flydde for Absalom, sin sønn. Herre, hvor mange mine fiender er! Mange reiser sig imot mig.
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Mange sier til min sjel: Det er ingen frelse for ham hos Gud. (Sela)
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
Men du, Herre, er et skjold omkring mig, min ære og den som opløfter mitt hode!
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
Høit ropte jeg til Herren, og han svarte mig fra sitt hellige berg. (Sela)
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
Jeg la mig og sov inn, jeg våknet; for Herren støtter mig.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
Jeg frykter ikke for titusener av folk, som har lagt sig mot mig rundt omkring.
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.
Reis dig, Herre, frels mig, min Gud! For du har slått alle mine fiender på kinnbenet, du har sønderbrutt de ugudeliges tenner.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Herren hører frelsen til; over ditt folk være din velsignelse! (Sela)
