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 concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
2 Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
3 But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
4 To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
6 I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
7 Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
