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;
The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
3 But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
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.
For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
