Psalms 3
1 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.
¡Oh Yavé, cómo se multiplicaron mis opresores! Muchos son los que se levantan contra mí.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
Muchos dicen de mí: No hay salvación en ʼElohim para él. (Selah)
3 But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Pero Tú, oh Yavé, eres escudo alrededor de mí, Mi gloria, y el que levanta mi cabeza.
4 I cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Clamé a Yavé con mi voz.
5 I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for the LORD sustains me.
Yo me acosté y dormí, Y desperté, porque Yavé me sustenta.
6 I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
No temeré a decenas de millares de personas Me sitien que alrededor.
7 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.
¡Levántate, oh Yavé, sálvame, ʼElohim mío! Porque Tú eres el que golpea a todos mis enemigos en la mejilla Y quebrantas los dientes de los impíos.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
La salvación corresponde a Yavé. Sobre tu pueblo sea tu bendición. (Selah)
