Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how many are mine adversaries become! Many are they that rise up against me.
En Salme af David, da han flygtede for sin Søn Absalom.
2 Many there are that say of my soul: 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
mange, som siger om min Sjæl: »Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!« (Sela)
4 With my voice I call unto the LORD, and He answereth me out of His holy mountain. (Selah)
Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
5 I lay me down, and I sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
Jeg raaber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vaagned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God; for Thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek, Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; Thy blessing be upon Thy 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)
