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, 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 of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
3 But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
4 With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set 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.
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 Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
