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 av David, da han flydde for Absalom, sin sønn. Herre, hvor mange mine fiender er! Mange reiser sig imot mig.
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
Mange sier til min sjel: Det 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 du, Herre, er et skjold omkring mig, min ære og den som opløfter mitt hode!
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Høit ropte jeg til Herren, og han svarte mig fra sitt hellige berg. (Sela)
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
Jeg la mig og sov inn, jeg våknet; for Herren støtter mig.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
Jeg frykter ikke for titusener av folk, som har lagt sig mot mig rundt omkring.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
Reis dig, Herre, frels mig, min Gud! For du har slått alle mine fiender på kinnbenet, du har sønderbrutt de ugudeliges tenner.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Herren hører frelsen til; over ditt folk være din velsignelse! (Sela)
