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. How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Many are those who say of me, “There is no help for him in his God.” (Selah)
3 But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, 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)
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset 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, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
