Psalm, 3

A melody of David when he was fleeing from his son Abʹsa·lom.

¹ O Jehovah, why have my adversaries become so numerous? Why are so many rising up against me?

² Many are saying about me:^*1 “God will not save him.” (Selah)^*2

³ But you, O Jehovah, are a shield around me, My glory and the One who lifts up my head.

⁴ I will call aloud to Jehovah, And he will answer me from his holy mountain. (Selah)

⁵ I will lie down and sleep; And I will wake up in safety, For Jehovah continues to support me.

⁶ I am not afraid of the tens of thousands Lined up against me on every side.

⁷ Rise up, O Jehovah! Save me, O my God! For you will strike all my enemies on the jaw; You will break the teeth of the wicked.

⁸ Salvation belongs to Jehovah. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)