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 the face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.
2 Daudz saka uz manu dvēseli: tai pestīšanas nav pie Dieva.(Sela.)
Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
3 Bet Tu, Kungs, esi par bruņām ap mani, mana godība un kas paceļ manu galvu.
But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
4 Es piesaucu To Kungu ar savu balsi, un Viņš mani paklausa no Sava svētā kalna. (Sela)
I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 Es apgūlos un aizmigu, un atmodos, jo Tas Kungs mani uztur
I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
6 Es nebīstos no daudz tūkstošiem ļaužu, kas visapkārt pret mani stājās.
I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
7 Celies, Kungs, glābi mani, mans Dievs, jo Tu visiem maniem ienaidniekiem siti vaigā, Tu bezdievīgiem salauzi zobus.
For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Pie Tā Kunga ir pestīšana! Tava svētība pār Taviem ļaudīm! (Sela)
Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
