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.

1Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.

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

2Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah.

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

3But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.

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

4I cried unto the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.

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

5I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord sustained me.

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

6I will not be afraid of ten thousands of 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.

7Arise, O Lord; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.

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

8Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.