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 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 there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation for him in God." (Selah)
mange, som siger om min Sjæl: "Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!" (Sela)
3 But you, Jehovah, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
4 I cried out to Jehovah with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Jeg råber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
5 I lay down and slept. I awoke, for Jehovah sustains me.
Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vågned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
7 Arise, Jehovah. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du på Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder!
8 Salvation belongs to Jehovah. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
