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 went in flight from Absalom his son. Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me.
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.
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.
Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah)
