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, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
2 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
Many are those who say of me, “There is no help for him in his God.” (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
