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 by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord, art my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
I cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for the LORD sustains me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
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, LORD! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
