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, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how many are my enemies! Many have risen against me.
2 Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. (Selah)
Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
I will not be afraid of the multitudes of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
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 up, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you will hit all my enemies on the jaw; you will break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
