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;
Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
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 for me; 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 cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against 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.
Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for you have smitten all my enemies on the cheek bone; you have broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to the LORD: your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
