Psalms 3

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

¹ LORD, how my adversaries have increased!
Many are those who rise up against me. ² Many there are who say of my soul,
“There is no help for him in God.”¹ Selah. ³ But you, LORD, are a shield around me,
my glory, and the one who lifts up my head. ⁴ I cry to the LORD with my voice,
and he answers me out of his holy hill.
Selah. ⁵ I laid myself down and slept.
I awakened, for the LORD sustains me. ⁶ I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people
who have set themselves against me on every side. ⁷ Arise, LORD!
Save me, my God!
For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone.
You have broken the teeth of the wicked. ⁸ Salvation belongs to the LORD.
May your blessing be on your people.
Selah.