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 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.
So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast 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 thy blessing is upon thy people.
Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
