Psalms 3

1The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom.

2Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.

3Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.

4But thou, O Lord, art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.

5I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.

6I have slept and have taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.

7I will not fear thousands of the people surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.

8For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.

9Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.