Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they multiplied that trouble me! 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 are who 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 for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
4 I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me from 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 awoke; for the LORD sustained me.
Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vågned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me on all sides.
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 my enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du på Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder!
8 Salvation belongeth to the LORD: thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
