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 by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] Jehovah, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise up against me.
2 Mange sier til min sjel: Det er ingen frelse for ham hos Gud. (Sela)
Many there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation for him in God." (Selah)
3 Men du, Herre, er et skjold omkring mig, min ære og den som opløfter mitt hode!
But you, Jehovah, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 Høit ropte jeg til Herren, og han svarte mig fra sitt hellige berg. (Sela)
I cried out to Jehovah with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 Jeg la mig og sov inn, jeg våknet; for Herren støtter mig.
I lay down and slept. I awoke, for Jehovah sustains me.
6 Jeg frykter ikke for titusener av folk, som har lagt sig mot mig rundt omkring.
I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
7 Reis dig, Herre, frels mig, min Gud! For du har slått alle mine fiender på kinnbenet, du har sønderbrutt de ugudeliges tenner.
Arise, Jehovah. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Herren hører frelsen til; over ditt folk være din velsignelse! (Sela)
Salvation belongs to Jehovah. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
