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 by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] YHWH, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise up against me.
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Many there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation 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, YHWH, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
I cried out to YHWH with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
I lay down and slept. I awoke, for YHWH sustains me.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves 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, YHWH. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to YHWH. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
