Psalms 3
1 A Psalm. Of David. When he went in flight from Absalom his son. Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me.
Dāvida dziesma, kad tas bēga no sava dēla Absaloma. Ak Kungs! cik daudz manu pretinieku! Daudz, kas ceļas pret mani
2 Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Daudz saka uz manu dvēseli: tai pestīšanas nav pie Dieva.(Sela.)
3 But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
Bet Tu, Kungs, esi par bruņām ap mani, mana godība un kas paceļ manu galvu.
4 I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah)
Es piesaucu To Kungu ar savu balsi, un Viņš mani paklausa no Sava svētā kalna. (Sela)
5 I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
Es apgūlos un aizmigu, un atmodos, jo Tas Kungs mani uztur
6 I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.
Es nebīstos no daudz tūkstošiem ļaužu, kas visapkārt pret mani stājās.
7 Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you.
Celies, Kungs, glābi mani, mans Dievs, jo Tu visiem maniem ienaidniekiem siti vaigā, Tu bezdievīgiem salauzi zobus.
8 Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
Pie Tā Kunga ir pestīšana! Tava svētība pār Taviem ļaudīm! (Sela)
