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 Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lord, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me?
2 Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. (Selah)
Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
4 With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
5 I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
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.
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.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
