Chapter 3
A Call to Yahweh in Distress
1 A psalm of David at his fleeing from the presence of Absalom, his son.1 Yahweh, how many are my enemies; many are rising against me.
- The Hebrew Bible counts the superscription as the first verse of the psalm; the English verse number is reduced by one
2 Many are saying about my soul, “There is no deliverance for him from1 God. Selah2
- Or “in”
- Meaning uncertain; probably a musical or liturgical direction
3 But1 you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory and the one who lifts up my head.
- Or “And”
4 With my voice I call to Yahweh and he answers me from ⌞his holy hill⌟.1 Selah
- Literally “the hill of his holiness”
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