Psalms 3
1 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.
En Psalme af David; der han flyede for Absaloms, sin Søns, Ansigt.
2 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
Herre! hvor ere mine Fjender mange! Mange staa op imod mig.
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Mange sige til min Sjæl: Han har ingen Frelse hos Gud. (Sela)
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
Men du, Herre! er et Skjold for mig, min Ære, og den, der opløfter mit Hoved.
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
Jeg raaber til Herren med min Røst, og han bønhører mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. (Sela)
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
Jeg lagde mig og sov; jeg opvaagnede, thi Herren opholder mig.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
Jeg vil ikke frygte for ti Tusinde af Folk, som have lagt sig trindt omkring imod mig.
8 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Staa op, Herre! frels mig, min Gud! thi du har slaget alle mine Fjender paa Kinden; du har sønderbrudt de ugudeliges Tænder. Hos Herren er Frelsen; din Velsignelse være over dit Folk! (Sela)
