Psalms

Psalm 3 A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom. O Lord, how many are my foes! How many rise up against me!

Many are saying of me, “God will not deliver him.” Selah

But you are a shield around me, O Lord; you bestow glory on me and lift up my head.

To the Lord I cry aloud, and he answers me from his holy hill. Selah

I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.

I will not fear the tens of thousands drawn up against me on every side.

Arise, O Lord! Deliver me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.

From the Lord comes deliverance. May your blessing be on your people. Selah