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.
| מִזְמוֹר לְדָוִד בְּבׇרְחוֹ מִפְּנֵי ׀ אַבְשָׁלוֹם בְּנֽוֹ׃ יְהֹוָה מָה־רַבּוּ צָרָי רַבִּים קָמִים עָלָֽי׃ |
2 Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
| רַבִּים אֹמְרִים לְנַפְשִׁי אֵין יְֽשׁוּעָתָה לּוֹ בֵאלֹהִים סֶֽלָה׃ |
3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
| וְאַתָּה יְהֹוָה מָגֵן בַּעֲדִי כְּבוֹדִי וּמֵרִים רֹאשִֽׁי׃ |
4 I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
| קוֹלִי אֶל־יְהֹוָה אֶקְרָא וַיַּעֲנֵנִי מֵהַר קׇדְשׁוֹ סֶֽלָה׃ |
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
| אֲנִי שָׁכַבְתִּי וָאִישָׁנָה הֱקִיצוֹתִי כִּי יְהֹוָה יִסְמְכֵֽנִי׃ |
6 I will not be afraid of the multitudes of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
| לֹֽא־אִירָא מֵרִבְבוֹת עָם אֲשֶׁר סָבִיב שָׁתוּ עָלָֽי׃ |
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.
| קוּמָה יְהֹוָה ׀ הוֹשִׁיעֵנִי אֱלֹהַי כִּֽי־הִכִּיתָ אֶת־כׇּל־אֹיְבַי לֶחִי שִׁנֵּי רְשָׁעִים שִׁבַּֽרְתָּ׃ |
8 Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
| לַֽיהֹוָה הַיְשׁוּעָה עַֽל־עַמְּךָ בִרְכָתֶךָ סֶּֽלָה׃ |
