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 Yahweh, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.

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

2 Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” Selah.

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

3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.

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

4 I cry to Yahweh with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. Selah.

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

5 I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for Yahweh sustains me.

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

6 I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.

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

7 Arise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.

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

8 Salvation belongs to Yahweh. May your blessing be on your people. Selah.