Psalms 3
1 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.
A PSALM OF DAVID, IN HIS FLEEING FROM THE FACE OF HIS SON ABSALOM. YHWH, how my distresses have multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
Rise, O YHWH! Save me, my God! For You have struck all my enemies [on] the cheek. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
