Psalms 3:1
A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.This verse in the real world
Who
In what words
- רָבַבrâbabproperly, to cast together , i.e. increase, especially in number; to multiply by the myria
- מִזְמוֹרmizmôwrproperly, instrumental music; by implication, a poem set to notes
- בָּרַחbârachto bolt, i.e. figuratively, to flee suddenly
- צַרtsarnarrow; (as a noun) a tight place (usually figuratively, i.e. trouble); also a pebble ; (t
- אֲבִישָׁלוֹםʼĂbîyshâlôwmAbshalom, a son of David; also (the fuller form) a later Israelite
- רַבrababundant (in quantity, size, age, number, rank, quality)
- דָּוִדDâvidDavid, the youngest son of Jesse
- פָּנִיםpânîymthe face (as the part that turns); used in a great variety of applications (literally and
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The Hebrew and Greek words standing behind this verse. Word-by-word alignment comes with the interlinear.
Cross-references
Psa 17:7, 2Sa 17:11–13, 2Sa 16:15, 2Sa 15:1–18, Mat 27:25, Mat 10:21