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.
Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
2 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But you, O LORD, are a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
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: for you have smitten all my enemies on the cheek bone; you have broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Salvation belongs to the LORD: your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
