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 by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] YHWH, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise up against me.
2 Daudz saka uz manu dvēseli: tai pestīšanas nav pie Dieva.(Sela.)
Many there are who 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 you, YHWH, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 Es piesaucu To Kungu ar savu balsi, un Viņš mani paklausa no Sava svētā kalna. (Sela)
I cried out to YHWH with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 Es apgūlos un aizmigu, un atmodos, jo Tas Kungs mani uztur
I lay down and slept. I awoke, for YHWH sustains me.
6 Es nebīstos no daudz tūkstošiem ļaužu, kas visapkārt pret mani stājās.
I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
7 Celies, Kungs, glābi mani, mans Dievs, jo Tu visiem maniem ienaidniekiem siti vaigā, Tu bezdievīgiem salauzi zobus.
Arise, YHWH. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Pie Tā Kunga ir pestīšana! Tava svētība pār Taviem ļaudīm! (Sela)
Salvation belongs to YHWH. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
