Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many 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 say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Mange segjer til mi sjæl: «Det finst ikkje frelsa for honom hjå Gud.» (Sela)
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up 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 mountain. (Pause)
Eg ropar høgt til Herren, og han svarar meg frå sitt heilage fjell. (Sela)
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help 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, who beset me round about.
Eg ottast ikkje for ti tusund av folk, som hev lægra seg imot meg rundt ikring.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
Statt upp, Herre, frels meg, min Gud! For du hev slege alle mine fiendar på kinni, du hev knasa tennerne på dei ugudlege.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Herren høyrer frelsa til. Lat di velsigning vera yver ditt folk! (Sela)
