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.
Ein salme av David, då han flydde for Absalom, son sin. Herre, kor mange mine fiendar er! Mange reiser seg imot meg.
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
Mange segjer til mi sjæl: «Det finst ikkje frelsa for honom hjå Gud.» (Sela)
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
Men du, Herre, er min skjold, mi æra og den som lyfter mitt hovud.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Eg ropar høgt til Herren, og han svarar meg frå sitt heilage fjell. (Sela)
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
Eg lagde meg og sovna; eg vakna upp, for Herren held meg uppe.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
Eg ottast ikkje for ti tusund av folk, som hev lægra seg imot meg rundt ikring.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
Statt upp, Herre, frels meg, min Gud! For du hev slege alle mine fiendar på kinni, du hev knasa tennerne på dei ugudlege.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Herren høyrer frelsa til. Lat di velsigning vera yver ditt folk! (Sela)
