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 before Abshalom his son.” Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, 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 help for him with God. (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord, art my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
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, 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 Deliverance is the Lord's, and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
