Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
A PSALM OF DAVID, IN HIS FLEEING FROM THE FACE OF HIS SON ABSALOM. YHWH, how my distresses have multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord, art my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for thou hast smitten all who were without cause mine enemies; thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
Rise, O YHWH! Save me, my God! For You have struck all my enemies [on] the cheek. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and thy blessing is upon thy people.
This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
