Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David. When he fled from the face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
2 Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
3 But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
4 I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
5 I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
6 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
7 For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
