Psalms 3
1 A PSALM OF DAVID, IN HIS FLEEING FROM THE FACE OF HIS SON ABSALOM. YHWH, how my distresses have multiplied! Many are rising 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 are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
Mange segjer til mi sjæl: «Det finst ikkje frelsa for honom hjå Gud.» (Sela)
3 And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
Men du, Herre, er min skjold, mi æra og den som lyfter mitt hovud.
4 My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
Eg ropar høgt til Herren, og han svarar meg frå sitt heilage fjell. (Sela)
5 I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
Eg lagde meg og sovna; eg vakna upp, for Herren held meg uppe.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
Eg ottast ikkje for ti tusund av folk, som hev lægra seg imot meg rundt ikring.
7 Rise, O YHWH! Save me, my God! For You have struck all my enemies [on] the cheek. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
Statt upp, Herre, frels meg, min Gud! For du hev slege alle mine fiendar på kinni, du hev knasa tennerne på dei ugudlege.
8 This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
Herren høyrer frelsa til. Lat di velsigning vera yver ditt folk! (Sela)
