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.” How many, O LORD, are mine enemies! How many are they who rise up against me!
2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
How many are they who say of me, “There is no help for him with God”! (Pause)
3 And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
But thou, O LORD! art my shield, My glory, and the lifter-up of my head.
4 My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
I call upon the LORD with my voice, And he heareth me from his holy hill. (Pause)
5 I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
I lay me down and sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
I will not fear the ten thousands of people Who on every side set themselves 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.
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! For thou smitest the cheek of all my enemies; Thou breakest the teeth of the wicked.
8 Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
Deliverance cometh from the LORD: May thy blessing be with thy people! (Pause)
