Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David. When he fled from the face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been 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 to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
Daudz saka uz manu dvēseli: tai pestīšanas nav pie Dieva.(Sela.)
3 But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
Bet Tu, Kungs, esi par bruņām ap mani, mana godība un kas paceļ manu galvu.
4 I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
Es piesaucu To Kungu ar savu balsi, un Viņš mani paklausa no Sava svētā kalna. (Sela)
5 I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
Es apgūlos un aizmigu, un atmodos, jo Tas Kungs mani uztur
6 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
Es nebīstos no daudz tūkstošiem ļaužu, kas visapkārt pret mani stājās.
7 For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. 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 Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
Pie Tā Kunga ir pestīšana! Tava svētība pār Taviem ļaudīm! (Sela)
