Psalm 3

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

3 Yahweh, how my adversaries have increased!

    Many are those who rise up against me.

2 Many there are who say of my soul,

    “There is no help for him in God.” Selah.

3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me,

    my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.

4 I cry to Yahweh with my voice,

    and he answers me out of his holy hill. Selah.

5 I laid myself down and slept.

    I awakened; for Yahweh sustains me.

6 I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people

    who have set themselves against me on every side.

7 Arise, Yahweh!

    Save me, my God!

For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone.

    You have broken the teeth of the wicked.

8 Salvation belongs to Yahweh.

    May your blessing be on your people. Selah.