Psalms 3
1 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.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how many are mine adversaries become! Many are they that rise up against me.
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
Many there are that say of my soul: 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
With my voice I call unto the LORD, and He answereth me out of His holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
I lay me down, and I sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
I am not afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God; for Thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek, Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; Thy blessing be upon Thy people. (Selah)
