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!
Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
2 Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help 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 you, O LORD, are a shield for 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.
I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
6 I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of 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, O LORD; save me, O my God: for you have smitten all my enemies on the cheek bone; you have broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
Salvation belongs to the LORD: your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
