Psalms 3

1A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they increased that trouble me! many [are] they that rise up against me.

2Many [there be] which say of my soul, [There is] no help for him in God. Selah.

3But thou, O LORD, [art] a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.

4I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.

5I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.

6I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set [themselves] against me round about.

7Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies [upon] the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.

8Salvation [belongeth] unto the LORD: thy blessing [is] upon thy people. Selah.