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