Psalms 3
1 The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.
A Psalm of David. When he fled from the face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.
2 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
