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