Psalms 3
1 Yhwh, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
Dāvida dziesma, kad tas bēga no sava dēla Absaloma. Ak Kungs! cik daudz manu pretinieku! Daudz, kas ceļas pret mani
2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Daudz saka uz manu dvēseli: tai pestīšanas nav pie Dieva.(Sela.)
3 But thou, O Yhwh, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
Bet Tu, Kungs, esi par bruņām ap mani, mana godība un kas paceļ manu galvu.
4 I cried unto Yhwh with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Es piesaucu To Kungu ar savu balsi, un Viņš mani paklausa no Sava svētā kalna. (Sela)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for Yhwh sustained me.
Es apgūlos un aizmigu, un atmodos, jo Tas Kungs mani uztur
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
Es nebīstos no daudz tūkstošiem ļaužu, kas visapkārt pret mani stājās.
7 Arise, O Yhwh; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Celies, Kungs, glābi mani, mans Dievs, jo Tu visiem maniem ienaidniekiem siti vaigā, Tu bezdievīgiem salauzi zobus.
8 Salvation belongeth unto Yhwh: thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Pie Tā Kunga ir pestīšana! Tava svētība pār Taviem ļaudīm! (Sela)
