Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are mine adversaries increased! many are they that rise up against me.
En Salme af David, da han flygtede for sin Søn Absalom.
2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
mange, som siger om min Sjæl: »Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!« (Sela)
4 I cry unto the LORD with my voice, and he answereth me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustaineth me.
Jeg raaber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people, that have set themselves against me round about.
Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vaagned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du paa Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder! Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
