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.
¡Oh Yavé, cómo se multiplicaron mis opresores! Muchos son los que se levantan contra mí.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation for him in God." (Selah)
Muchos dicen de mí: No hay salvación en ʼElohim para él. (Selah)
3 But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Pero Tú, oh Yavé, eres escudo alrededor de mí, Mi gloria, y el que levanta mi cabeza.
4 I cried out to the LORD with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Clamé a Yavé con mi voz.
5 I lay down and slept. I awoke, for the LORD sustains me.
Yo me acosté y dormí, Y desperté, porque Yavé me sustenta.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
No temeré a decenas de millares de personas Me sitien que alrededor.
7 Arise, LORD. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
¡Levántate, oh Yavé, sálvame, ʼElohim mío! Porque Tú eres el que golpea a todos mis enemigos en la mejilla Y quebrantas los dientes de los impíos.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
La salvación corresponde a Yavé. Sobre tu pueblo sea tu bendición. (Selah)
