Psalm 3:1-8
A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son.
3 Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes are rising against me;
2 Multitudes are saying of my soul,—No salvation for him in God. [Selah.
3 But thou Yahweh art a shield about me, My glory and the lifter up of my head.
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh do I cry, And he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. [Selah.
5 I laid me down and slept,—I awoke, Surely Yahweh sustaineth me!
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, Who round about have set themselves against me.
7 Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless hast thou broken.
8 To Yahweh belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people be thy blessing. [Selah.
