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. LORD, how many are mine adversaries become! Many are they that rise up against me.
2 Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
Many there are that 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, O LORD, 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 I call unto the LORD, and He answereth me out of His holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
I lay me down, and I sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
6 I will not be afraid of the multitudes of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
I am not afraid of ten thousands of 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, O LORD; save me, O my God; for Thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek, Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; Thy blessing be upon Thy people. (Selah)
