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 by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
2 Many are those who say of me, ‘There is no help for him in his God.’ (Selah)
Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
3 But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
I cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for the LORD sustains me.
6 I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
7 Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
Arise, LORD! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
