Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David. When he fled from the face of his son, Absalom. Lord, why have those who trouble me been multiplied? Many rise up against me.
“A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom.” How many, O LORD, are mine enemies! How many are they who rise up against me!
2 Many say to my soul, “There is no salvation for him in his God.” (Pause)
How many are they who say of me, “There is no help for him with God”! (Pause)
3 But you, Lord, are my supporter, my glory, and the one who raises up my head.
But thou, O LORD! art my shield, My glory, and the lifter-up of my head.
4 I have cried out to the Lord with my voice, and he has heard me from his holy mountain. (Pause)
I call upon the LORD with my voice, And he heareth me from his holy hill. (Pause)
5 I have slept, and I have been stupefied. But I awakened because the Lord has taken me up.
I lay me down and sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
6 I will not fear the thousands of people surrounding me. Rise up, Lord. Save me, my God.
I will not fear the ten thousands of people Who on every side set themselves against me.
7 For you have struck all those who oppose me without cause. You have broken the teeth of sinners.
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! For thou smitest the cheek of all my enemies; Thou breakest the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation is of the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people. (Pause)
Deliverance cometh from the LORD: May thy blessing be with thy people! (Pause)
