Psalms 3
1 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.
¡Oh Yavé, cómo se multiplicaron mis opresores! Muchos son los que se levantan contra mí.
2 Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Muchos dicen de mí: No hay salvación en ʼElohim para él. (Selah)
3 But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
Pero Tú, oh Yavé, eres escudo alrededor de mí, Mi gloria, y el que levanta mi cabeza.
4 I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah)
Clamé a Yavé con mi voz.
5 I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
Yo me acosté y dormí, Y desperté, porque Yavé me sustenta.
6 I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.
No temeré a decenas de millares de personas Me sitien que alrededor.
7 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.
¡Levántate, oh Yavé, sálvame, ʼElohim mío! Porque Tú eres el que golpea a todos mis enemigos en la mejilla Y quebrantas los dientes de los impíos.
8 Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
La salvación corresponde a Yavé. Sobre tu pueblo sea tu bendición. (Selah)
