Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they multiplied that trouble me! many are they that 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 there are who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Many are those who say of me, “There is no help for him in his God.” (Selah)
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; 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 cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me from his holy hill. (Selah)
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awoke; for the LORD sustained me.
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me on all sides.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongeth to the LORD: thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
