Psalms 3

1 Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many 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.

2 Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him inGod. Selah.

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

3 But thou, 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.

4 With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. Selah.

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

5 I 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.

6 I will not fear for myriads 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.

7 Arise, Jehovah; save me, myGod! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, 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.

8 Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.

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