Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
