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 by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] LORD, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise up against me.
2 Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
Many there are who 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 you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
I cried out to the LORD with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
I lay down and slept. I awoke, 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 am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves 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, LORD. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to the LORD. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
