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 before Abshalom his son.” Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me!
2 Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. (Selah)
3 But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
4 I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
6 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
7 For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have 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 Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
