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 Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses 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 Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, 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] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth 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 round about they have set against me.
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 Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
8 Salvation [belongeth] to the LORD: thy blessing [is] upon thy people. (Selah)
Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
