Chapter 3

A Mizmor of David, when he fled from Avshalom his son.

1

Yahuah, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.

2

Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in Elohiym. Celah.

3

But you, O Yahuah, are a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.

4

I cried unto El-Yahuah with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Celah.

5

I laid me down and slept; I awoke; for Yahuah sustained me.

6

I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.

7

Arise, O Yahuah; save me, O Elohai: for you have smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone; you have broken the teeth of the wicked.

8

Yeshu`ah belongs unto Yahuah: your blessing is upon your people. Celah.



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