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.” How many, O LORD, are mine enemies! How many are they who rise up against me!
2 Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
How many are they who say of me, “There is no help for him with God”! (Pause)
3 And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
But thou, O LORD! art my shield, My glory, and the lifter-up of my head.
4 My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
I call upon the LORD with my voice, And he heareth me from his holy hill. (Pause)
5 I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
I lay me down and sleep; I awake, 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 fear the ten thousands of people Who on every side set themselves 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! Save me, O my God! For thou smitest the cheek of all my enemies; Thou breakest the teeth of the wicked.
8 This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
Deliverance cometh from the LORD: May thy blessing be with thy people! (Pause)
