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 concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
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.
Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
