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 before Abshalom his son.” Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me!
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. (Selah)
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about 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.
Arise, O Lord, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
