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.
The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.
2 Mange segjer til mi sjæl: «Det finst ikkje frelsa for honom hjå Gud.» (Sela)
Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
3 Men du, Herre, er min skjold, mi æra og den som lyfter mitt hovud.
But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 Eg ropar høgt til Herren, og han svarar meg frå sitt heilage fjell. (Sela)
I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
5 Eg lagde meg og sovna; eg vakna upp, for Herren held meg uppe.
I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
6 Eg ottast ikkje for ti tusund av folk, som hev lægra seg imot meg rundt ikring.
I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
7 Statt upp, Herre, frels meg, min Gud! For du hev slege alle mine fiendar på kinni, du hev knasa tennerne på dei ugudlege.
For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Herren høyrer frelsa til. Lat di velsigning vera yver ditt folk! (Sela)
Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
