Salmenes 3
1 Ein salme av David, då han flydde for Absalom, son sin. Herre, kor mange mine fiendar er! Mange reiser seg imot meg.
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 Mange segjer til mi sjæl: «Det finst ikkje frelsa for honom hjå Gud.» (Sela)
Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
3 Men du, Herre, er min skjold, mi æra og den som lyfter mitt hovud.
But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 Eg ropar høgt til Herren, og han svarar meg frå sitt heilage fjell. (Sela)
I cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 Eg lagde meg og sovna; eg vakna upp, for Herren held meg uppe.
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for the LORD sustains me.
6 Eg ottast ikkje for ti tusund av folk, som hev lægra seg imot meg rundt ikring.
I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
7 Statt upp, Herre, frels meg, min Gud! For du hev slege alle mine fiendar på kinni, du hev knasa tennerne på dei ugudlege.
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 Herren høyrer frelsa til. Lat di velsigning vera yver ditt folk! (Sela)
Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
