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.
Yhwh, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
2 Many are those who say of me, ‘There is no help for him in his God.’ (Selah)
Many there be which 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 Yhwh, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
4 When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
I cried unto Yhwh with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for Yhwh sustained me.
6 I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that 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 Yhwh; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8 Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
Salvation belongeth unto Yhwh: thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
