Psalms 3
1 The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who 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.
How many are they who say of me, “There is no help for him with God”! (Pause)
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But thou, O LORD! art my shield, My glory, and the lifter-up of my head.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
I call upon the LORD with my voice, And he heareth me from his holy hill. (Pause)
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
I lay me down and sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
I will not fear the ten thousands of people Who on every side set themselves against me.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast 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 thy blessing is upon thy people.
Deliverance cometh from the LORD: May thy blessing be with thy people! (Pause)
