Psalms 3 Chanting of David in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how they pressing upon me were multiplied! many rising up against me.

JuliaSmith⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Chanting of David in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how they pressing upon me were multiplied! many rising up against me. ² Many saying to my soul, No salvation to him in God. Silence. ³ And thou, Jehovah, a shield about me: my glory, and lifting up my head. ⁴ With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from his holy mountain. Silence. ⁵ I lay down and I, shall sleep; I awaked: for Jehovah will uphold me. ⁶ I shall not be afraid of ten thousand of people who sit round about upon me. ⁷ Arise, O Jehovah; save me, my God, for thou didst strike all mine enemies upon the cheek; thou didst break the teeth of the unjust. ⁸ To Jehovah salvation: upon thy people thy blessing. Silence.