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.
Salmo de David, cuando huía de delante de Absalón su hijo. ¡ Oh SEÑOR, cuánto se han multiplicado mis enemigos! Muchos se levantan contra mí.
2 Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
Muchos dicen de mi alma: No hay para él salud en Dios. (Selah)
3 But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
Mas tú, el SEÑOR, eres escudo por mí; mi gloria, y el que ensalza mi cabeza.
4 I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
Con mi voz clamé al SEÑOR, y él me respondió desde el monte de su santidad. (Selah)
5 I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
Yo me acosté, y dormí, y desperté; porque el SEÑOR me sustentaba.
6 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
No temeré de diez millares de gente, que pusieren cerco contra mí.
7 For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
Levántate, SEÑOR; sálvame, Dios mío; porque tú heriste a todos mis enemigos en la quijada; los dientes de los malos quebraste.
8 Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
Del SEÑOR es la salud: Sobre tu pueblo será tu bendición. (Selah)
