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 Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lord, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me?
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
3 But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
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.
O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
