Psalm III.

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

* Lord, ahow are they increased that trouble me!

Many are they bthat rise up against me.

2  Many there be which say of my soul,

cThere is no help for him in God. Selah.

3  But thou, O Lord, art da shield * for me;

My glory, and ethe lifter up of mine head.

4  eeI cried unto the Lord with my voice,

And fhe heard me out of ghis holy hill. Selah.

5  I hlaid me down and slept;

I awaked; for the Lord sustained me.

6  iI will not be afraid of ten thousands of people,

That have set themselves against me round about.

7  Arise, O Lord; save me, O my God:

For thou hast ksmitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone;

Thou hast lbroken the teeth of the ungodly.

8  mSalvation belongeth unto the Lord:

Thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.