3:1  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.

3:2  Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.

3:3  And Thou, O Jehovah, `art' a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

3:4  My voice `is' unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.

3:5  I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.

3:6  I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.

3:7  Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.

3:8  Of Jehovah `is' this salvation; On Thy people `is' Thy blessing! Selah.