1 A Psalm. Of David. When he went in flight from Absalom his son.

2 \3:1\Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me.

3 \3:2\Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah.)

4 \3:3\But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.

5 \3:4\I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah.)

6 \3:5\I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.

7 \3:6\I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.

8 \3:7\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.

9 \3:8\Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah.)

1 En salme av David, da han flydde for Absalom, sin sønn.

2 Herre, hvor mange mine fiender er! Mange reiser sig imot mig.

3 Mange sier til min sjel: Det er ingen frelse for ham hos Gud. Sela*. / {* et musikalsk uttrykk.}

4 Men du, Herre, er et skjold omkring mig, min ære og den som opløfter mitt hode!

5 Høit ropte jeg til Herren, og han svarte mig fra sitt hellige berg. Sela.

6 Jeg la mig og sov inn, jeg våknet; for Herren støtter mig.

7 Jeg frykter ikke for titusener av folk, som har lagt sig mot mig rundt omkring.

8 Reis dig, Herre, frels mig, min Gud! For du har slått alle mine fiender på kinnbenet, du har sønderbrutt de ugudeliges tenner.

9 Herren hører frelsen til; over ditt folk være din velsignelse! Sela.