Psalm 3 (YLT)

¹ A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.

² Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.

³ And Thou, O Jehovah, <FI>art<Fi> a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

⁴ My voice <FI>is<Fi> unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.

⁵ I--I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.

⁶ I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.

⁷ Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies <FI>on<Fi> the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.

⁸ Of Jehovah <FI>is<Fi> this salvation; On Thy people <FI>is<Fi> Thy blessing! Selah.