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 the face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.
2 Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
3 And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
4 My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
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.
For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
8 This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
