Chapter 3

A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son.

1

Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.

2

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

3

And Thou, O Jehovah, art a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

4

My voice is unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.

5

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

6

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

7

Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies on the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.

8

Of Jehovah is this salvation; On Thy people is Thy blessing! Selah.