Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
2 Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
5 I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
7 Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
