Psalm 3

Psalm 3

Yahweh, my list of enemies is growing!

I am beaten down by this gang.

Others whisper,

“Even Yahweh can’t come to the rescue.”
Rest.

Oh, but Yahweh, you shelter me;
holy one, you wrap your arms around me,
and you direct my eyes to yours.

When I call for you, Yahweh,
you respond from your throne.

Rest.
I can let go and relax;
my sleep is sweet because Yahweh is my everything.
There is no reason to fear these hordes.
Come on, Yahweh!
Come to the rescue!
Smash them all to bits.
Yahweh directs the rescue operation,
and your joy covers the church.
Rest.