Psalms 3
1 A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lord, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise 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 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
7 O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken 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 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
