1 <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.
2 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.)
3 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.
4 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.)
5 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.
6 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.
7 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.
8 Frelsen kommer fra Herren; din velsignelse hviler på ditt folk. (Pause.)
Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah.)