Psalms 3
1 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.
| مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ بِمُنَاسَبَةِ فِرَارِهِ مِنِ ابْنِهِ أَبْشَالُومَ رَبُّ مَا أَكْثَرَ خُصُومِي! كَثِيرُونَ يَقُومُونَ عَلَيَّ. | ١ |
2 Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
| كَثِيرُونَ يَقُولُونَ عَنِّي: لَا خَلاصَ لَهُ بِإِلَهِهِ. | ٢ |
3 And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
| وَلَكِنَّكَ أَنْتَ يَا رَبُّ تُرْسِي. إِنَّكَ مَجْدِي وَرَافِعُ رَأْسِي. | ٣ |
4 My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
| بِمِلْءِ صَوْتِي أَدْعُو إِلَى الرَّبِّ فَيُجِيبُنِي مِنْ جَبَلِهِ الْمُقَدَّسِ. | ٤ |
5 I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
| رَقَدْتُ فَنِمْتُ، ثُمَّ اسْتَيْقَظْتُ مِنْ غَيْرِ أَنْ يُصِيبَنِي شَرٌّ، لأَنَّ الرَّبَّ يَسْنِدُنِي. | ٥ |
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
| لَنْ أَخْشَى عَشَرَاتِ الأُلُوفِ مِنَ البَشَرِ الْمُلْتَفِّينَ حَوْلِي، الْمُحْتَشِدِينَ لِمُحَارَبَتِي. | ٦ |
7 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.
| قُمْ يَا رَبُّ. خَلِّصْنِي يَا إِلَهِي! فَإِنَّكَ قَدْ ضَرَبْتَ جَمِيعَ أَعْدَائِي عَلَى فُكُوكِهِمْ، فَهَشَّمْتَ أَسْنَانَ الأَشْرَارِ. | ٧ |
8 This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
| أَنْتَ وَحْدَكَ الْمُخَلِّصُ يَا رَبُّ. فَلْتَفِضْ بَرَكَتُكَ عَلَى شَعْبِكَ. | ٨ |
