Psalms 3

1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!

1 يَارَبُّ، مَا أَكْثَرَ مُضَايِقِيَّ! كَثِيرُونَ قَائِمُونَ عَلَيَّ.

2 Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.” Selah

2 كَثِيرُونَ يَقُولُونَ لِنَفْسِي: «لَيْسَ لَهُ خَلَاصٌ بِإِلَهِهِ». سِلَاهْ.

3 But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.

3 أَمَّا أَنْتَ يَارَبُّ فَتُرْسٌ لِي. مَجْدِي وَرَافِعُ رَأْسِي.

4 To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain. Selah

4 بِصَوْتِي إِلَى ٱلرَّبِّ أَصْرُخُ، فَيُجِيبُنِي مِنْ جَبَلِ قُدْسِهِ. سِلَاهْ.

5 I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.

5 أَنَا ٱضْطَجَعْتُ وَنِمْتُ. ٱسْتَيْقَظْتُ لِأَنَّ ٱلرَّبَّ يَعْضُدُنِي.

6 I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.

6 لَا أَخَافُ مِنْ رِبْوَاتِ ٱلشُّعُوبِ ٱلْمُصْطَفِّينَ عَلَيَّ مِنْ حَوْلِي.

7 Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.

7 قُمْ يَارَبُّ! خَلِّصْنِي يَا إِلَهِي! لِأَنَّكَ ضَرَبْتَ كُلَّ أَعْدَائِي عَلَى ٱلْفَكِّ. هَشَّمْتَ أَسْنَانَ ٱلْأَشْرَارِ.

8 Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people. Selah

8 لِلرَّبِّ ٱلْخَلَاصُ عَلَى شَعْبِكَ بَرَكَتُكَ. سِلَاهْ.