Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David. When he fled from the face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.
A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
2 Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
3 But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
4 I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
5 I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
7 For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
8 Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
