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. Yahweh, how many are my enemies! Many have risen against me.
2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
3 And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
But you, Yahweh, 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 lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (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 Yahweh protected me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
I will not be afraid of the multitudes 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.
Rise up, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you will hit all my enemies on the jaw; you will break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
