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!
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 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.
3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up 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 laid myself down and slept: I awoke; 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 will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O 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 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.
