Psalms 3
1 “A psalm of David, when he fled from before Abshalom his son.” Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me!
(En Salme af David, da han flygtede for sin søn Absalom.) HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
2 Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. (Selah)
mange, som siger om min Sjæl: "Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!" (Sela)
3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
4 With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
Jeg råber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
5 I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vågned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
7 Arise, O Lord, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break.
Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du på Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder!
8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
