PSALMS.
Chapter 3.
The psalm of David, when he fled from the face of Absalom, his son. Lord, why be they multiplied that trouble me? many men rise against me. (A song by David, when he fled from his son Absalom. Lord, why be there so many who trouble me? why be there so many who rise up against me?) 
Many men say of my soul, None health there is to him in his God. (Many say of me, There is no help for him from his God.) 
But thou, Lord, art mine up-taker; my glory, and enhancing mine head. (But thou, Lord, art my defender; my glory, and the one who lifteth up my head.) 
With my voice I cried to the Lord; and he heard me from his holy hill. (I cried to the Lord with my voice; and he answered me from his holy hill.) 
I slept, and rested, and I rose up; for the Lord received me (or for the Lord had protected me). 
I shall not dread thousands of people (en)compassing me; (I shall not fear even thousands of people surrounding me;) 
Lord, arise thou; my God, make me safe. For thou hast smitten all men being adversaries to me without cause; thou hast all-broken the teeth of sinners. (Lord, rise thou up; my God, save me. Thou hast struck down all who be my adversaries; thou hast broken all the teeth of the sinners.) 
Health is of the Lord; and thy blessing is on thy people. (Victory is from the Lord, or Salvation, or deliverance, is from the Lord; and thy blessing is upon thy people.) 
