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, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
4 I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me from his holy hill. (Selah)
My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awoke; for the LORD sustained me.
I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me on all sides.
I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
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, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
8 Salvation belongeth to the LORD: thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
