Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how many are mine adversaries become! Many are they that rise up 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 there are that say of my soul: 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 With my voice I call unto the LORD, and He answereth me out of His holy mountain. (Selah)
I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I lay me down, and I sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
I will not be afraid of the multitudes of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God; for Thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek, 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 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; Thy blessing be upon Thy people. (Selah)
Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
