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. How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Many are those who say of me, “There is no help for him in his God.” (Selah)
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset 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, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
