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 the face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.
2 Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
4 I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
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 thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
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.
For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
