Psalms 3
1 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.
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.
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord, art my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for thou hast smitten all who were without cause mine enemies; thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
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.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
