Psalms 3

1 Jehovah, how are mine adversaries increased! Many are they that rise up against me.

1A 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.

2Many there are that say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. [Selah

2Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.

3But thou, O Jehovah, art a shield about me; My glory, and the lifter up of my head.

3And Thou, O Jehovah, <FI>art<Fi> a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

4I cry unto Jehovah with my voice, And he answereth me out of his holy hill. [Selah

4My voice <FI>is<Fi> unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.

5I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for Jehovah sustaineth me.

5I--I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.

6I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people That have set themselves against me round about.

6I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.

7Arise, O Jehovah; save me, O my God: For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.

7Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies <FI>on<Fi> the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.

8Salvation belongeth unto Jehovah: Thy blessing be upon thy people. [Selah

8Of Jehovah <FI>is<Fi> this salvation; On Thy people <FI>is<Fi> Thy blessing! Selah.