Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they multiplied that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
A PSALM OF DAVID, IN HIS FLEEING FROM THE FACE OF HIS SON ABSALOM. YHWH, how my distresses have multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Many are saying of my soul, “There is no salvation for him in God.” (Selah)
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
And You, O YHWH, [are] a shield for me, My glory, and lifter up of my head.
4 I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me from his holy hill. (Selah)
My voice [is] to YHWH: I call and He answers me from His holy hill, (Selah)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awoke; for the LORD sustained me.
I have lain down, and I sleep, I have awoken, for YHWH sustains me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me on all sides.
I am not afraid of myriads of people, That they have set against me all around.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Rise, O YHWH! Save me, my God! For You have struck all my enemies [on] the cheek. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongeth to the LORD: thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
This salvation [is] of YHWH; Your blessing [is] on Your people! (Selah)
