Psalms 3
1 The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who 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.
Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast 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 thy blessing is upon thy people.
Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
