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 psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how many are my enemies! Many have risen against me.
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected 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 the multitudes of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
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 up, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you will hit all my enemies on the jaw; you will break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
