Psalms 3
1 The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.
Jehovah, how my adversaries are increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
2 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
Many there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But thou, O Jehovah, are a shield about me, my glory and he who lifts up of my head.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
I cry to Jehovah with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
I laid down and slept. I awoke, for Jehovah sustains me.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people who have set themselves against me round about.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
Arise, O Jehovah. Save me, O my God. For thou have smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone. Thou have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Salvation belongs to Jehovah. Thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
