Chap. 3
1 A Psalm of David, on his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son.
2 Jehovah, how have my persecutors multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
3 Many are saying concerning my soul, “There is no deliverance for him in God.” Selah.
4 But thou, Jehovah, [art] a shield round about me; my glory and the lifter up of my head.
5 I cry [with] my voice unto Jehovah, and he answereth me from the mountain of his holiness. Selah.
6 I have lain down and slept; I have awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
7 I will not be afraid of myriads of people which round about have set themselves in array against me.
8 Arise, O Jehovah, save me, O my God; for thou hast smitten all mine enemies [on] the cheek: thou hast broken in pieces the teeth of the wicked.
9 To Jehovah [belongeth] salvation: thy blessing [is] upon thy people. Selah.