Psalms 3
1 [A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] Jehovah, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise up against me.
A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
2 Many there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation for him in God." (Selah)
Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 But you, Jehovah, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I cried out to Jehovah with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept. I awoke, for Jehovah sustains me.
I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
7 Arise, Jehovah. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
8 Salvation belongs to Jehovah. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
