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 by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in 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 cry to Yahweh with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for Yahweh sustains 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 tens of thousands 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.
Arise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to Yahweh. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
