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,

¹A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.

²mange, som siger om min Sjæl: "Der er ingen Frelse for ham hos Gud!" - Sela.

²Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.` Selah.

³Men, HERRE, du er et Skjold for mig, min Ære og den, der løfter mit Hoved.

³And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

⁴Jeg råber højlydt til HERREN, han svarer mig fra sit hellige Bjerg. - Sela.

⁴My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.

⁵Jeg lagde mig og sov ind, jeg vågned, thi HERREN holder mig oppe.

⁵I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.

⁶Jeg frygter ikke Titusinder af Folk, som trindt om lejrer sig mod mig.

⁶I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.

⁷Rejs dig, HERRE, frels mig, min Gud, thi alle mine Fjender slog du på Kind, du brød de gudløses Tænder!

⁷Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.

⁸Hos HERREN er Frelsen; din Velsignelse over dit Folk! - Sela.

⁸Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! Selah.