Psalms 3

1The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom.

1 Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!

2Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.

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

3Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.

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

4But thou, O Lord, art my protector, my glory, and the 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.

5I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.

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

6I have slept and have taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.

6 I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.

7I will not fear thousands of the people surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.

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

8For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.

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

9Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.

9(not in this translation)