Psalms 3

LEB(i) 1 A psalm of David at his fleeing from the presence of Absalom, his son.*
Yahweh, how many are my enemies; many are rising against me. 2 Many are saying about my soul, "There is no deliverance for him from* God. Selah* 3 But* you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory and the one who lifts up my head. 4 With my voice I call to Yahweh and he answers me from his holy hill.* Selah 5 I lay down and slept; I woke up because Yahweh sustains me. 6 I am not afraid of the ten thousands of people who all around have set themselves against me. 7 Rise up, O Yahweh; deliver me, O my God; for you strike all my enemies on the cheek. The teeth of the wicked you break. 8 To Yahweh belongs deliverance; may your blessing be over your people. Selah