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.
(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,
2 Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
mange, som siger om min Sjæl: "Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!" (Sela)
3 But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.
4 I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah)
Jeg råber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
5 I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vågned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.
6 I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.
Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.
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.
Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du på Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder!
8 Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! (Sela)
