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 by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] LORD, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise up against me.
2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
Many there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation for him in God." (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 around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
I cried out to the LORD with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
I lay down and slept. I awoke, for the LORD sustains me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves 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, LORD. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
Salvation belongs to the LORD. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
