Psalms 3
1 “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!
A Psalm of David. When he fled from the face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.
2 Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. (Selah)
Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
4 With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
5 I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
7 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.
For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
