Psalms 3
1 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.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
3 And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
4 My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
5 I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
7 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.
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
