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 before Abshalom his son.” Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me!
2 Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. (Selah)
3 But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
4 To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth 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 placed themselves round about against me.
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, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break.
8 Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
