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.
Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
But you, O LORD, are a shield for 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)
I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
I will not be 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 you have smitten all my enemies on the cheek bone; you have broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to the LORD: your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
