Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
2 Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
3 But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
4 With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
6 I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
7 Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
8 Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
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)
