Psalms 3

1 Jehovah, 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 Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

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

5 I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.

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