1 A Psalm. Of David. When he went in flight from Absalom his son.2 \3:1\Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me.3 \3:2\Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah.)4 \3:3\But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.5 \3:4\I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah.)6 \3:5\I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.7 \3:6\I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.8 \3:7\Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you.9 \3:8\Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah.)

1 Psaume de David, lorsqu'il fuyait devant son fils, Absalom. Éternel, que mes ennemis sont nombreux! Combien de gens se lèvent contre moi!2 Plusieurs disent de mon âme: Il n'y a point en Dieu de délivrance pour lui! Sélah (pause).3 Mais toi, Éternel, tu es un bouclier autour de moi, tu es ma gloire, et tu es celui qui me fait lever la tête.4 Je crie de ma voix à l'Éternel, et il me répond de la montagne de sa sainteté. (Sélah.)5 Je me couche, je m'endors, et je me réveille; car l'Éternel me soutient.6 Je ne crains point les milliers d'hommes qui se rangent de toute part contre moi.7 Lève-toi, Éternel, sauve-moi, mon Dieu! Certainement tu as frappé à la joue tous mes ennemis, tu as brisé les dents des méchants.8 Le salut vient de l'Éternel; ta bénédiction est sur ton peuple! (Sélah.)