Psalm 3–4

Psalm 3

¹The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Absalom.

²Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.

³Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.

⁴But thou, O Lord, art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.

⁵I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.

⁶I have slept and have taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.

⁷I will not fear thousands of the people surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.

⁸For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.

⁹Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.

Psalm 4

¹Unto the end, in verses. A psalm for David.

²When I called upon him, the God of my justice heard me: when I was in distress, thou hast enlarged me. Have mercy on me: and hear my prayer.

³O ye sons of men, how long will you be dull of heart? why do you love vanity, and seek after lying?

⁴Know ye also that the Lord hath made his holy one wonderful: the Lord will hear me when I shall cry unto him.

⁵Be ye angry, and sin not: the things you say in your hearts, be sorry for them upon your beds.

⁶Offer up the sacrifice of justice, and trust in the Lord: many say, Who sheweth us good things?

⁷The light of thy countenance, O Lord, is signed upon us: thou hast given gladness in my heart.

⁸By the fruit of their corn, their wine, and oil, they are multiplied:

⁹In peace in the self same I will sleep, and I will rest:

¹⁰For thou, O Lord, singularly hast settled me in hope.