Psalms Chapter 3 |
1 A psalm of David when he fled from his son Absalom.
2O Lord, my foes are so many!
Many are those who attack me;
3many say of me,
“There is no deliverance for him through God.” Selah.
4But You, O Lord, are a shield about me,
my glory, He who holds my head high.
5I cry aloud to the Lord,
and He answers me from His holy mountain. Selah.
6I lie down and sleep and wake again,
for the Lord sustains me.
7I have no fear of the myriad forces
arrayed against me on every side.
8Rise, O Lord!
Deliver me, O my God!
For You slap all my enemies in the face;
You break the teeth of the wicked.
9Deliverance is the Lord’s;
Your blessing be upon Your people! Selah.