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. LORD, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who 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 help for him in God.” (Selah)
3 Bet Tu, Kungs, esi par bruņām ap mani, mana godība un kas paceļ manu galvu.
But you, LORD, 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 cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 Es apgūlos un aizmigu, un atmodos, jo Tas Kungs mani uztur
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for the LORD sustains me.
6 Es nebīstos no daudz tūkstošiem ļaužu, kas visapkārt pret mani stājās.
I will not be afraid of tens of 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, LORD! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Pie Tā Kunga ir pestīšana! Tava svētība pār Taviem ļaudīm! (Sela)
Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
