Psalms 3
1 Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
3 But you, O LORD, are a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
4 I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for you have smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; you have broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
8 Salvation belongs unto the LORD: your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
Staa op, Herre! frels mig, min Gud! thi du har slaget alle mine Fjender paa Kinden; du har sønderbrudt de ugudeliges Tænder. Hos Herren er Frelsen; din Velsignelse være over dit Folk! (Sela)
