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 of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
2 Mange segjer til mi sjæl: «Det finst ikkje frelsa for honom hjå Gud.» (Sela)
Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
3 Men du, Herre, er min skjold, mi æra og den som lyfter mitt hovud.
But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
4 Eg ropar høgt til Herren, og han svarar meg frå sitt heilage fjell. (Sela)
I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 Eg lagde meg og sovna; eg vakna upp, for Herren held meg uppe.
I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
6 Eg ottast ikkje for ti tusund av folk, som hev lægra seg imot meg rundt ikring.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
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; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Herren høyrer frelsa til. Lat di velsigning vera yver ditt folk! (Sela)
Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
