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.
¡Oh Yavé, cómo se multiplicaron mis opresores! Muchos son los que se levantan contra mí.
2 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
Muchos dicen de mí: No hay salvación en ʼElohim para él. (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Pero Tú, oh Yavé, eres escudo alrededor de mí, Mi gloria, y el que levanta mi cabeza.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
Clamé a Yavé con mi voz.
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
Yo me acosté y dormí, Y desperté, porque Yavé me sustenta.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
No temeré a decenas de millares de personas Me sitien que alrededor.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
¡Levántate, oh Yavé, sálvame, ʼElohim mío! Porque Tú eres el que golpea a todos mis enemigos en la mejilla Y quebrantas los dientes de los impíos.
8 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
La salvación corresponde a Yavé. Sobre tu pueblo sea tu bendición. (Selah)
