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 by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
2 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
I cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, 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 will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against 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! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
