Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up 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 concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Many are those who say of me, ‘There is no help for him in his God.’ (Selah)
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
