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 concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
2 Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
3 But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
4 I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
6 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
7 For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
8 Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
