Salmos 3
1 ¡Oh Yavé, cómo se multiplicaron mis opresores! Muchos son los que se levantan contra mí.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
2 Muchos dicen de mí: No hay salvación en ʼElohim para él. (Selah)
Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
3 Pero Tú, oh Yavé, eres escudo alrededor de mí, Mi gloria, y el que levanta mi cabeza.
But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
4 Clamé a Yavé con mi voz.
I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 Yo me acosté y dormí, Y desperté, porque Yavé me sustenta.
I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
6 No temeré a decenas de millares de personas Me sitien que alrededor.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
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.
Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
8 La salvación corresponde a Yavé. Sobre tu pueblo sea tu bendición. (Selah)
Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
