<En salme av David. Da han flyktet fra sin sønn Absalom.> Herre, hvor mange er det ikke som angriper meg! De er tallrike som vender seg mot meg.
<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.
Utallige er de som sier om min sjel: Det finnes ingen hjelp for ham hos Gud. (Pause.)
Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah.)
Men du, Herre, er mitt vern, min ære og den som løfter mitt hode.
But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
Jeg ropte til Herren med min stemme, og han svarte meg fra sitt hellige fjell. (Pause.)
I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah.)
Jeg la meg ned og sovnet; jeg våknet igjen, for Herren holder meg oppe.
I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
Jeg frykter ikke, om tusener omringer meg og retter seg mot meg.
I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.
Reis deg, Herre; frels meg, min Gud! For du har slått alle mine fiender på kinnbenet; de ondes tenner har du knust.
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.
Frelsen kommer fra Herren; din velsignelse hviler på ditt folk. (Pause.)
Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah.)