Psalms 3
1 “A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom.” How many, O LORD, are mine enemies! How many are they who rise up against me!
En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
2 How many are they who say of me, “There is no help for him with God”! (Pause)
Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
3 But thou, O LORD! art my shield, My glory, and the lifter-up of my head.
Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
4 I call upon the LORD with my voice, And he heareth me from his holy hill. (Pause)
Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
5 I lay me down and sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
6 I will not fear the ten thousands of people Who on every side set themselves against me.
Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
7 Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! For thou smitest the cheek of all my enemies; Thou breakest the teeth of the wicked.
Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
8 Deliverance cometh from the LORD: May thy blessing be with thy people! (Pause)
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)
