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 Absalom his son. Yahweh, how many are my enemies! Many have risen against me.
2 Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
3 And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
I will not be afraid of the multitudes of people who have set themselves against 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.
Rise up, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you will hit all my enemies on the jaw; you will break the teeth of the wicked.
8 This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
