Psalms 3
1 Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up 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 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Mange segjer til mi sjæl: «Det finst ikkje frelsa for honom hjå Gud.» (Sela)
3 But you, O LORD, are a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Men du, Herre, er min skjold, mi æra og den som lyfter mitt hovud.
4 I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Eg ropar høgt til Herren, og han svarar meg frå sitt heilage fjell. (Sela)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
Eg lagde meg og sovna; eg vakna upp, for Herren held meg uppe.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
Eg ottast ikkje for ti tusund av folk, som hev lægra seg imot meg rundt ikring.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for you have smitten all my enemies on the cheek bone; you have broken the teeth of the ungodly.
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 the LORD: your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
Herren høyrer frelsa til. Lat di velsigning vera yver ditt folk! (Sela)
