Psalmi 3
1 Dāvida dziesma, kad tas bēga no sava dēla Absaloma. Ak Kungs! cik daudz manu pretinieku! Daudz, kas ceļas pret mani
A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
2 Daudz saka uz manu dvēseli: tai pestīšanas nav pie Dieva.(Sela.)
Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
3 Bet Tu, Kungs, esi par bruņām ap mani, mana godība un kas paceļ manu galvu.
But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
4 Es piesaucu To Kungu ar savu balsi, un Viņš mani paklausa no Sava svētā kalna. (Sela)
To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
5 Es apgūlos un aizmigu, un atmodos, jo Tas Kungs mani uztur
I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
6 Es nebīstos no daudz tūkstošiem ļaužu, kas visapkārt pret mani stājās.
I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
7 Celies, Kungs, glābi mani, mans Dievs, jo Tu visiem maniem ienaidniekiem siti vaigā, Tu bezdievīgiem salauzi zobus.
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Pie Tā Kunga ir pestīšana! Tava svētība pār Taviem ļaudīm! (Sela)
Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
