Psalms 3
1 A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
3 But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
7 Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
