Psalms 3

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.

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

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

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

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

3 But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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