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 concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
2 Daudz saka uz manu dvēseli: tai pestīšanas nav pie Dieva.(Sela.)
So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
3 Bet Tu, Kungs, esi par bruņām ap mani, mana godība un kas paceļ manu galvu.
But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
4 Es piesaucu To Kungu ar savu balsi, un Viņš mani paklausa no Sava svētā kalna. (Sela)
I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 Es apgūlos un aizmigu, un atmodos, jo Tas Kungs mani uztur
I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
6 Es nebīstos no daudz tūkstošiem ļaužu, kas visapkārt pret mani stājās.
I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
7 Celies, Kungs, glābi mani, mans Dievs, jo Tu visiem maniem ienaidniekiem siti vaigā, Tu bezdievīgiem salauzi zobus.
Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
8 Pie Tā Kunga ir pestīšana! Tava svētība pār Taviem ļaudīm! (Sela)
Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
