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, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
2 Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
3 And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
4 My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
5 I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set 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.
Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
8 This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
