Psalms 3
1 Yhwh, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 But thou, O Yhwh, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I cried unto Yhwh with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for Yhwh sustained me.
I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
7 Arise, O Yhwh; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
8 Salvation belongeth unto Yhwh: thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
