Psalms 3
1 A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
3 But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
7 Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
