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 his son Absalom. How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
Many are those who say of me, ‘There is no help for him in his God.’ (Selah)
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
