Psalm 3

A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.

¹ Yahweh, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.

² Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.”¹ Selah.

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

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

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

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

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 Yahweh. May your blessing be on your people. Selah.