Psalm 3

Psalm 3

A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom.^a

^*Lord, how many are my foes!

How many rise up against me!

Many are saying of me,

“God will not deliver him.^b”

But you, Lord, are a shield^c around me,

my glory, the one who lifts my head high.^d

I call out to the Lord,^e

and he answers me from his holy mountain.^f

I lie down and sleep;^g

I wake again,^h because the Lord sustains me.

I will not fearⁱ though tens of thousands

assail me on every side.^j

Arise,^k Lord!

Deliver me,^l my God!

Strike^m all my enemies on the jaw;

break the teethⁿ of the wicked.

From the Lord comes deliverance.^o

May your blessing^p be on your people.