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.” How many, O LORD, are mine enemies! How many are they who rise up against me!
2 Daudz saka uz manu dvēseli: tai pestīšanas nav pie Dieva.(Sela.)
How many are they who say of me, “There is no help for him with God”! (Pause)
3 Bet Tu, Kungs, esi par bruņām ap mani, mana godība un kas paceļ manu galvu.
But thou, O LORD! art my shield, 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)
I call upon the LORD with my voice, And he heareth me from his holy hill. (Pause)
5 Es apgūlos un aizmigu, un atmodos, jo Tas Kungs mani uztur
I lay me down and sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
6 Es nebīstos no daudz tūkstošiem ļaužu, kas visapkārt pret mani stājās.
I will not fear the ten thousands of people Who on every side set themselves against me.
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! For thou smitest the cheek of all my enemies; Thou breakest the teeth of the wicked.
8 Pie Tā Kunga ir pestīšana! Tava svētība pār Taviem ļaudīm! (Sela)
Deliverance cometh from the LORD: May thy blessing be with thy people! (Pause)
