Psalms 3
1 [A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] LORD, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise up against me.
| מִזְמוֹר לְדָוִד בְּבׇרְחוֹ מִפְּנֵי ׀ אַבְשָׁלוֹם בְּנֽוֹ׃ יְהֹוָה מָה־רַבּוּ צָרָי רַבִּים קָמִים עָלָֽי׃ |
2 Many there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation for him in God." (Selah)
| רַבִּים אֹמְרִים לְנַפְשִׁי אֵין יְֽשׁוּעָתָה לּוֹ בֵאלֹהִים סֶֽלָה׃ |
3 But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
| וְאַתָּה יְהֹוָה מָגֵן בַּעֲדִי כְּבוֹדִי וּמֵרִים רֹאשִֽׁי׃ |
4 I cried out to the LORD with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
| קוֹלִי אֶל־יְהֹוָה אֶקְרָא וַיַּעֲנֵנִי מֵהַר קׇדְשׁוֹ סֶֽלָה׃ |
5 I lay down and slept. I awoke, for the LORD sustains me.
| אֲנִי שָׁכַבְתִּי וָאִישָׁנָה הֱקִיצוֹתִי כִּי יְהֹוָה יִסְמְכֵֽנִי׃ |
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
| לֹֽא־אִירָא מֵרִבְבוֹת עָם אֲשֶׁר סָבִיב שָׁתוּ עָלָֽי׃ |
7 Arise, LORD. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
| קוּמָה יְהֹוָה ׀ הוֹשִׁיעֵנִי אֱלֹהַי כִּֽי־הִכִּיתָ אֶת־כׇּל־אֹיְבַי לֶחִי שִׁנֵּי רְשָׁעִים שִׁבַּֽרְתָּ׃ |
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
| לַֽיהֹוָה הַיְשׁוּעָה עַֽל־עַמְּךָ בִרְכָתֶךָ סֶּֽלָה׃ |
