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. How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
2 Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
Many are those who say of me, “There is no help for him in his God.” (Selah)
3 But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
7 For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
