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 Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
2 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
