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.
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 to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
Mange sier til min sjel: Det er ingen frelse for ham hos Gud. (Sela)
3 But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
Men du, Herre, er et skjold omkring mig, min ære og den som opløfter mitt hode!
4 I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
Høit ropte jeg til Herren, og han svarte mig fra sitt hellige berg. (Sela)
5 I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
Jeg la mig og sov inn, jeg våknet; for Herren støtter mig.
6 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
Jeg frykter ikke for titusener av folk, som har lagt sig mot mig rundt omkring.
7 For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. 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 Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
Herren hører frelsen til; over ditt folk være din velsignelse! (Sela)
