Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
| مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ حِينَمَا هَرَبَ مِنْ وَجْهِ أَبْشَالُومَ ٱبْنِهِ يَارَبُّ، مَا أَكْثَرَ مُضَايِقِيَّ! كَثِيرُونَ قَائِمُونَ عَلَيَّ. | ١ |
2 Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
| كَثِيرُونَ يَقُولُونَ لِنَفْسِي: «لَيْسَ لَهُ خَلَاصٌ بِإِلَهِهِ». سِلَاهْ. | ٢ |
3 But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
| أَمَّا أَنْتَ يَارَبُّ فَتُرْسٌ لِي. مَجْدِي وَرَافِعُ رَأْسِي. | ٣ |
4 To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
| بِصَوْتِي إِلَى ٱلرَّبِّ أَصْرُخُ، فَيُجِيبُنِي مِنْ جَبَلِ قُدْسِهِ. سِلَاهْ. | ٤ |
5 I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
| أَنَا ٱضْطَجَعْتُ وَنِمْتُ. ٱسْتَيْقَظْتُ لِأَنَّ ٱلرَّبَّ يَعْضُدُنِي. | ٥ |
6 I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
| لَا أَخَافُ مِنْ رِبْوَاتِ ٱلشُّعُوبِ ٱلْمُصْطَفِّينَ عَلَيَّ مِنْ حَوْلِي. | ٦ |
7 Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
| قُمْ يَارَبُّ! خَلِّصْنِي يَا إِلَهِي! لِأَنَّكَ ضَرَبْتَ كُلَّ أَعْدَائِي عَلَى ٱلْفَكِّ. هَشَّمْتَ أَسْنَانَ ٱلْأَشْرَارِ. | ٧ |
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
| لِلرَّبِّ ٱلْخَلَاصُ عَلَى شَعْبِكَ بَرَكَتُكَ. سِلَاهْ. | ٨ |
