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 are those who 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 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 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 cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, 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 will not be afraid of tens of 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 have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
