Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how many are mine adversaries become! Many are they that rise up 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 there are that say of my soul: 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 With my voice I call unto the LORD, and He answereth me out of His holy mountain. (Selah)
I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
5 I lay me down, and I sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God; for Thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek, 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 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; Thy blessing be upon Thy people. (Selah)
Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
