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 before Abshalom his son.” Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me!
2 Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. (Selah)
3 And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
4 My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth 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 placed themselves round about against me.
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, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break.
8 This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
