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.
Ko e Saame ʻa Tevita, ʻi heʻene hola meia ʻApisalomi ko hono foha. ʻE Sihova, kuo tupu ʻo tokolahi ʻakinautolu ʻoku fakamamahiʻi au! ʻOku tokolahi ʻakinautolu ʻaia ʻoku tuʻu hake ʻo angatuʻu kiate au.
2 Many there are that say of my soul: 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
ʻOku tokolahi ʻakinautolu ʻaia ʻoku pehē ki hoku laumālie, “ʻOku ʻikai ha tokoni kiate ia ʻi he ʻOtua.” (Sila)
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Ka ko koe, ʻE Sihova, ko e fakaū kiate au; ko hoku nāunau, mo e hiki hake ʻa hoku ʻulu.
4 With my voice I call unto the LORD, and He answereth me out of His holy mountain. (Selah)
Naʻaku tangi kia Sihova ʻaki hoku leʻo, pea naʻa ne ongoʻi au mei hono moʻunga māʻoniʻoni. (Sila)
5 I lay me down, and I sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
Ne u tokoto hifo ʻo mohe; pea u ʻā hake; he ko Sihova naʻa ne tokoniʻi au.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
ʻE ʻikai te u manavahē ʻi he ngaahi toko mano ʻoe kakai, ʻaia ʻoku angatuʻu ʻo kāpui au.
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.
Tuʻu hake, ʻE Sihova; fakamoʻui au, ʻE hoku ʻOtua: he kuo ke taaʻi hoku ngaahi fili kotoa pē ʻi honau hui kouʻahe kuo ke fesiʻi ʻae kau nifo ʻoe angakovi.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; Thy blessing be upon Thy people. (Selah)
ʻOku ʻia Sihova ʻae fakamoʻui: ko hoʻo tāpuaki ʻoku ʻi hoʻo kakai. (Sila)
