Psalms 3

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

O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? Many rise up against me. Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. Pause. But You, O Lord, are my helper; my glory, and the One that lifts up my head. I cried to the Lord with my voice, and He heard me out of His holy mountain. Pause. I laid down and slept; I awoke, for the Lord will help me. I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about. Arise, O Lord; deliver me, my God; for You have struck all who were my enemies without cause; You have broken the teeth of sinners. Deliverance is the Lord's, and Your blessing is upon Your people.
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