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.
A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
2 Many are those who say of me, ‘There is no help for him in his God.’ (Selah)
Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
6 I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
7 Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
8 Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
