PSALM 3

A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.

1 O Lord, how many are my foes!

Many are rising against me;

2 many are saying of me,

there is no help for him in God. [Selah]

3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield about me,

my glory, and the lifter of my head.

4 I cry aloud to the Lord,

and he answers me from his holy hill. [Selah]

5 I lie down and sleep;

I wake again, for the Lord sustains me.

6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people

who have set themselves against me round about.

7 Arise, O Lord!

Deliver me, O my God!

For thou dost smite all my enemies on the cheek,

thou dost break the teeth of the wicked.

8 Deliverance belongs to the Lord;

thy blessing be upon thy people! [Selah]