Salmos 3
1 ¡Oh Yavé, cómo se multiplicaron mis opresores! Muchos son los que se levantan contra mí.
The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.
2 Muchos dicen de mí: No hay salvación en ʼElohim para él. (Selah)
Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
3 Pero Tú, oh Yavé, eres escudo alrededor de mí, Mi gloria, y el que levanta mi cabeza.
But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 Clamé a Yavé con mi voz.
I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
5 Yo me acosté y dormí, Y desperté, porque Yavé me sustenta.
I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
6 No temeré a decenas de millares de personas Me sitien que alrededor.
I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
7 ¡Levántate, oh Yavé, sálvame, ʼElohim mío! Porque Tú eres el que golpea a todos mis enemigos en la mejilla Y quebrantas los dientes de los impíos.
For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
8 La salvación corresponde a Yavé. Sobre tu pueblo sea tu bendición. (Selah)
Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
