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 Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
2 Daudz saka uz manu dvēseli: tai pestīšanas nav pie Dieva.(Sela.)
Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 Bet Tu, Kungs, esi par bruņām ap mani, mana godība un kas paceļ manu galvu.
But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 Es piesaucu To Kungu ar savu balsi, un Viņš mani paklausa no Sava svētā kalna. (Sela)
With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
5 Es apgūlos un aizmigu, un atmodos, jo Tas Kungs mani uztur
I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 Es nebīstos no daudz tūkstošiem ļaužu, kas visapkārt pret mani stājās.
I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
7 Celies, Kungs, glābi mani, mans Dievs, jo Tu visiem maniem ienaidniekiem siti vaigā, Tu bezdievīgiem salauzi zobus.
Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Pie Tā Kunga ir pestīšana! Tava svētība pār Taviem ļaudīm! (Sela)
Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
