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 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 Mange sier til min sjel: Det er ingen frelse for ham hos Gud. (Sela)
So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
3 Men du, Herre, er et skjold omkring mig, min ære og den som opløfter mitt hode!
But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
4 Høit ropte jeg til Herren, og han svarte mig fra sitt hellige berg. (Sela)
I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 Jeg la mig og sov inn, jeg våknet; for Herren støtter mig.
I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
6 Jeg frykter ikke for titusener av folk, som har lagt sig mot mig rundt omkring.
I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are 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.
Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
8 Herren hører frelsen til; over ditt folk være din velsignelse! (Sela)
Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
