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 Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
2 Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
Many say of my soul, There is no salvation 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, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth 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 for myriads of the people that 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, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
