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 Absalom his son. LORD, how are mine adversaries increased! many are they that rise up against me.
2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
3 And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
4 My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
I cry unto the LORD with my voice, and he answereth me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked; 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 be afraid of ten thousands of the people, that have set themselves against me round about.
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 hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
Salvation belongeth unto the LORD: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
