Psa 3 | Lees | STEP | A psalm of David, when he fled from before Abshalom his son.

Psalms 3

A psalm of David, when he fled from before Abshalom his son.

1 2 Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me! 3 Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. Selah. 4 But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head. 5 With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. Selah. 6 I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me. 7 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me. 8 Arise, O Lord, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break. Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. Selah.