Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they multiplied that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
A psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how many are my enemies! Many have risen against me.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me from his holy hill. (Selah)
I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awoke; for the LORD sustained me.
I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me on all sides.
I will not be afraid of the multitudes of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Rise up, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you will hit all my enemies on the jaw; you will break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongeth to the LORD: thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
