Psalms 3
1 [A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] Jehovah, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise up against me.
En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation for him in God." (Selah)
Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
3 But you, Jehovah, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
4 I cried out to Jehovah with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
5 I lay down and slept. I awoke, for Jehovah sustains me.
Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
7 Arise, Jehovah. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
8 Salvation belongs to Jehovah. 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)
