Psalms

Chapter 3

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

2 HaShem, how many are mine adversaries become! Many are they that rise up against me.

3 Many there are that say of my soul: 'There is no salvation for him in G-d.' Selah

4 But thou, O HaShem, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.

5 With my voice I call unto HaShem, and He answereth me out of His holy mountain. Selah

6 I lay me down, and I sleep; I awake, for HaShem sustaineth me.

7 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.

8 Arise, O HaShem; save me, O my G-d; for Thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek, Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.

9 Salvation belongeth unto HaShem; Thy blessing be upon Thy people. Selah