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 concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
3 And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
4 My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
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.
Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
8 Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
