Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
A psalm of David concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
2 Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
3 But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
4 With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
6 I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
7 Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
8 Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
