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 by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
3 But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who 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 cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for the LORD sustains 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 tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
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! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
