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.
Yhwh, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
2 Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
Many there be which 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 Yhwh, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
4 I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
I cried unto Yhwh with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for Yhwh sustained 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 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 Yhwh; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8 Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
Salvation belongeth unto Yhwh: thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
