Psalms 3
1 A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
A psalm of David concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
4 I cry to Yahweh with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for Yahweh sustains me.
I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
6 I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
7 Arise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
8 Salvation belongs to Yahweh. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
