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.
¡Oh Yavé, cómo se multiplicaron mis opresores! Muchos son los que se levantan contra mí.
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Muchos dicen de mí: No hay salvación en ʼElohim para él. (Selah)
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
Pero Tú, oh Yavé, eres escudo alrededor de mí, Mi gloria, y el que levanta mi cabeza.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
Clamé a Yavé con mi voz.
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
Yo me acosté y dormí, Y desperté, porque Yavé me sustenta.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
No temeré a decenas de millares de personas Me sitien que alrededor.
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.
¡Levántate, oh Yavé, sálvame, ʼElohim mío! Porque Tú eres el que golpea a todos mis enemigos en la mejilla Y quebrantas los dientes de los impíos.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
La salvación corresponde a Yavé. Sobre tu pueblo sea tu bendición. (Selah)
