Tryghed hos Herren
1En sang af David, da han flygtede fra sin søn Absalom.
2Åh Herre, mine fjender er så mange,
de er alle imod mig, de gør mig bange.
3„Gud vil ikke redde ham!” siger de.
4Men Herren er mit skjold og min styrke,
han gav mig modet tilbage.
5Jeg råbte til ham om hjælp,
og han svarede mig fra sit hellige bjerg.
6Jeg lagde mig trygt til at sove,
for Herren skærmede mig med sin hånd.
7Jeg bliver ikke overmandet af frygt,
om så tusinder af fjender omringer mig.
8Men jeg råber til Herren:
„Grib ind, Herre! Red mig, Gud!”
Herren ydmyger alle mine fjender,
det er ham, der bryder de ondes magt.
9Han er den, som redder os.
Ja, velsign dit folk, Herre!
Psalm 3In Hebrew texts 3:1-8 is numbered 3:2-9.
A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom.
1Lord, how many are my foes!
How many rise up against me!
2Many are saying of me,
‘God will not deliver him.’3:2 The Hebrew has Selah (a word of uncertain meaning) here and at the end of verses 4 and 8.
3But you, Lord, are a shield around me,
my glory, the One who lifts my head high.
4I call out to the Lord,
and he answers me from his holy mountain.
5I lie down and sleep;
I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.
6I will not fear though tens of thousands
assail me on every side.
7Arise, Lord!
Deliver me, my God!
Strike all my enemies on the jaw;
break the teeth of the wicked.
8From the Lord comes deliverance.
May your blessing be on your people.
