Salme 3
1 (En Salme af David, da han flygtede for sin søn Absalom.) HERRE, hvor er mine Fjender mange! Mange er de, som rejser sig mod mig,
A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they multiplied that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
2 mange, som siger om min Sjæl: "Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!" (Sela)
Many there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
3 Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 Jeg råber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me from his holy hill. (Selah)
5 Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vågned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
I laid me down and slept; I awoke; for the LORD sustained me.
6 Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me on all sides.
7 Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du på Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder!
Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8 Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
Salvation belongeth to the LORD: thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
