Psalms 3

1 Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come 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.

2Unnumbered are those who 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 your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are 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 send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah.)

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

5I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.

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

6I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.

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

7Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you.

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 comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah.)

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