PSALM 3

 

O Lord, why have my enemies

so multiplied?

Many rise up

against me.

Many say of me,

"there is no salvation

for that one in God."

But you, O Lord,

are my shield,

my glory,

He who lifts

my head high.

My voice cried out

to the Lord,

and He heard me

from his holy mountain.

I lay down, and slept.

I rose again,

for the Lord supported me.

I shall not fear

the thousands of people

who have surrounded me.

Rise up, O Lord!

Save me, my God!

For you have struck

the cheek of every

enemy, and broken

the teeth of the wicked.

Salvation is the Lord's:

may your blessing

be upon

your people.

Translation Copyright © 2023 by Donald C. Traxler.