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?
The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
But thou, O Lord art my protector, 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 have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
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.
For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
