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, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Many are saying of my soul, 'There is 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.
And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and 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)
My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set 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, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
