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.
Ein salme av David, då han flydde for Absalom, son sin. Herre, kor mange mine fiendar er! Mange reiser seg imot meg.
2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Mange segjer til mi sjæl: «Det finst ikkje frelsa for honom hjå Gud.» (Sela)
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
Men du, Herre, er min skjold, mi æra og den som lyfter mitt hovud.
4 I cry unto the LORD with my voice, and he answereth me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Eg ropar høgt til Herren, og han svarar meg frå sitt heilage fjell. (Sela)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustaineth me.
Eg lagde meg og sovna; eg vakna upp, for Herren held meg uppe.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people, that have set themselves against me round about.
Eg ottast ikkje for ti tusund av folk, som hev lægra seg imot meg rundt ikring.
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.
Statt upp, Herre, frels meg, min Gud! For du hev slege alle mine fiendar på kinni, du hev knasa tennerne på dei ugudlege.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
Herren høyrer frelsa til. Lat di velsigning vera yver ditt folk! (Sela)
