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.
2 Many [there are] who 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 for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
mange, som siger om min Sjæl: »Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!« (Sela)
4 I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me from 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 sustained me.
Jeg raaber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set [themselves] against me on all sides.
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 my enemies [upon] the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
8 Salvation [belongeth] to the LORD: thy blessing [is] 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)
