Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? 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 concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord, art my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for thou hast smitten all who were without cause mine enemies; thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
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 Deliverance is the Lord's, and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
