Psalms 3
1 A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
3 But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
4 I cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
5 I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for the LORD sustains me.
Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
6 I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
7 Arise, LORD! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
Staa op, Herre! frels mig, min Gud! thi du har slaget alle mine Fjender paa Kinden; du har sønderbrudt de ugudeliges Tænder. Hos Herren er Frelsen; din Velsignelse være over dit Folk! (Sela)
