Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how many are my enemies! Many have risen against me.
Jehovah, how my adversaries are increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
2 Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
Many there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
But thou, O Jehovah, are a shield about me, my glory and he who lifts up of my head.
4 I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
I cry to Jehovah with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
I laid down and slept. I awoke, for Jehovah sustains me.
6 I will not be afraid of the multitudes of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people who have set themselves against me round about.
7 Rise up, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you will hit all my enemies on the jaw; you will break the teeth of the wicked.
Arise, O Jehovah. Save me, O my God. For thou have smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone. Thou have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to Jehovah. Thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
