Psalms 3
1 “A psalm of David, when he fled from before Abshalom his son.” Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me!
A PSALM OF DAVID, IN HIS FLEEING FROM THE FACE OF HIS SON ABSALOM. YHWH, how my distresses have multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
2 Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. (Selah)
Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
4 With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
5 I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
7 Arise, O Lord, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break.
Rise, O YHWH! Save me, my God! For You have struck all my enemies [on] the cheek. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
