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 Absalom his son. LORD, how are mine adversaries increased! 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 thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
I cry unto the LORD with my voice, and he answereth 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 sustaineth 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 the 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 thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Salvation belongeth unto the LORD: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
