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.) HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
mange, som siger om min Sjæl: "Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!" (Sela)
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
4 I cry unto the LORD with my voice, and he answereth me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Jeg råber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustaineth me.
Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vågned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people, that have set themselves against me round about.
Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
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.
Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du på Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder!
8 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
