Psalms
Psalms 3
A psalm by David, when he fled from his son Absalom.
1 Lord, why have those who afflict me multiplied? Many rise against me.
2 Many say about my soul,
“There is no rescue for him in his God.” Pause.
3 But you, Lord, are my helper, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me from his holy mountain. Pause.
5 I lay down and slept. I awoke, because the Lord will help me.
6 I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people attacking me from all around.
7 Rise, Lord! Save me, my God! You have struck all who were my enemies for no reason; you have shattered sinners’ teeth.
8 Rescue belongs to the Lord, and your blessing is upon your people.