Psalms 3
1 A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lord, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise against me?
A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
2 Many say to my soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
7 O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
