Psalms 3
1 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.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me!
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.”
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain.
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people.
