Psalms 3
A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
1O Lord, how many are my foes!
Many are rising against me;
2many are saying of me,
there is no help for him in God. Selah
3But thou, O Lord, art a shield about me,
my glory, and the lifter of my head.
4I cry aloud to the Lord,
and he answers me from his holy hill. Selah
5I lie down and sleep;
I wake again, for the Lord sustains me.
6I am not afraid of ten thousands of people
who have set themselves against me round about.
7Arise, O Lord!
Deliver me, O my God!
For thou dost smite all my enemies on the cheek,
thou dost break the teeth of the wicked.
8Deliverance belongs to the Lord;
thy blessing be upon thy people! Selah

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