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 Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —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.
But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
