Psalm 3

A David Psalm, When He Escaped for His Life from Absalom, His Son

^1–23God! Look! Enemies past counting!

Enemies sprouting like mushrooms,

Mobs of them all around me, roaring their mockery:

“Hah! No help for him from God!”

^3–4But you, God, shield me on all sides;

You ground my feet, you lift my head high;

With all my might I shout up to God,

His answers thunder from the holy mountain.

^5–6I stretch myself out. I sleep.

Then I’m up again—rested, tall and steady,

Fearless before the enemy mobs

Coming at me from all sides.

⁷Up, God! My God, help me!

Slap their faces,

First this cheek, then the other,

Your fist hard in their teeth!

⁸Real help comes from God.

Your blessing clothes your people!