Psalm 3

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

 

Yahweh, how many are my adversaries,

how many those who rise up against me.

how many say to me, "There will be no victory for [you] through God."

Selah

But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me

You are the source of my glory

You are the one who lifts up my head in honor.

I call with my voice to Yahweh,

And he answers me from his sacred mountain.

Selah

I lie down and fall asleep,

Then I wake up for Yahweh sustains me.

I have no fear of myriads of peoples,

who take their place against me on all sides.

Rise, Yahweh!

Save me, my God.

For you strike all my enemies on the cheek;

you shatter the teeth of the wicked.

Victory belongs to Yahweh!

Your blessing will be on your people.

Selah

Ralph W. Klein

December 11, 2000