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.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
2 Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
4 I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD 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 fear the myriads set against me on every side.
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 LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
