Young's Literal Translation

Psalms 2

The Book of Psalms

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Chapter 3

1

A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Yehovah, 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 Yehovah, art a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

4

My voice is unto Yehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.

5

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

6

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

7

Rise, O Yehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies on the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.

8

Of Yehovah is this salvation; On Thy people is Thy blessing! Selah.

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