Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
Jehovah, how my adversaries are increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
2 Many are those who say of me, ‘There is no help for him in his God.’ (Selah)
Many there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
3 But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
But thou, O Jehovah, are a shield about me, my glory and he who lifts up of my head.
4 When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
I cry to Jehovah with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
I laid down and slept. I awoke, for Jehovah sustains me.
6 I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people who have set themselves against me round about.
7 Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
Arise, O Jehovah. Save me, O my God. For thou have smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone. Thou have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to Jehovah. Thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
