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.
Yhwh, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
2 Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help 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, O Yhwh, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
4 My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
I cried unto Yhwh with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for Yhwh sustained me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against 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.
Arise, O Yhwh; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8 This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
Salvation belongeth unto Yhwh: thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
