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 concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are 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.
Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
