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.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
2 Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
3 And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
4 My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
5 I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
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.
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
8 This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
