Psalms 3

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

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.

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

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

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

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

4But thou, O Lord, art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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