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 Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lord, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me?
2 Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
3 And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
4 My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
5 I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
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.
O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
