Psalm 3

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

A David psalm, when he escaped for his life from Absalom, his son.

LORD, how many are mine adversaries become! Many are they that rise up against me.

God! Look at all those people out to get me! So many people determined to bring me down.

Many there are that say of my soul: There is no salvation for him in God. Selah

So many people saying, "Too bad for him! God will never come through for him!" Selah

But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.

But you, God, shield me on all sides; You ground my feet, you lift my head high;

With my voice I call unto the LORD, and He answereth me out of His holy mountain. Selah

With all my might I shout up to God, His answers thunder from the holy mountain. Selah

I lay me down, and I sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.

I stretch myself out. I sleep. Then I'm up again—rested, refreshed.

I am not afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.

I'm not afraid of a crowd of thousands who have set themselves against me from every side.

Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God; for Thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek, Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.

Up, God! My God, help me! Slap their faces, make them shut their filthy mouths!

Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; Thy blessing be upon Thy people. Selah

From you comes deliverance. Your blessing clothes your people! Selah