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.
A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
2 Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for the LORD sustains me.
I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
6 I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
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.
Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
