Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
En Salme af David, da han flygtede for sin Søn Absalom.
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
mange, som siger om min Sjæl: »Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!« (Sela)
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
Jeg raaber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vaagned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du paa Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder! Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
