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, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
2 Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
Many are those who say of me, ‘There is no help for him in his God.’ (Selah)
3 And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
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, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
