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, when he fled from his son Absalom. How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
2 Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Many are those who say of me, “There is no help for him in his God.” (Selah)
3 But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
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.
Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
