Psalms 3

1A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.

2Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. Pause.

3But thou, O Lord, art my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.

4I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. Pause.

5I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.

6I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.

7Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for thou hast smitten all who were without cause mine enemies; thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.

8Deliverance is the Lord's, and thy blessing is upon thy people.