Psalms 3
1 A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lord, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me?
A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
7 O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
