Salmenes 3
1 En salme av David, da han flydde for Absalom, sin sønn. Herre, hvor mange mine fiender er! Mange reiser sig imot mig.
A Psalm. Of David. When he went in flight from Absalom his son. Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me.
2 Mange sier til min sjel: Det er ingen frelse for ham hos Gud. (Sela)
Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
3 Men du, Herre, er et skjold omkring mig, min ære og den som opløfter mitt hode!
But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
4 Høit ropte jeg til Herren, og han svarte mig fra sitt hellige berg. (Sela)
I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah)
5 Jeg la mig og sov inn, jeg våknet; for Herren støtter mig.
I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
6 Jeg frykter ikke for titusener av folk, som har lagt sig mot mig rundt omkring.
I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.
7 Reis dig, Herre, frels mig, min Gud! For du har slått alle mine fiender på kinnbenet, du har sønderbrutt de ugudeliges tenner.
Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you.
8 Herren hører frelsen til; over ditt folk være din velsignelse! (Sela)
Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
