Psalm 3 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.

¹  O Lord, how many are my foes!

Many are rising against me;

²  many are saying of my soul,

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

³  But you, O Lord, are a shield about me,

my glory, and the lifter of my head.

⁴  I cried aloud to the Lord,

and he answered me from his holy hill. Selah

⁵  I lay down and slept;

I woke again, for the Lord sustained me.

⁶  I will not be afraid of many thousands of people

who have set themselves against me all around.

⁷  Arise, O Lord!

Save me, O my God!

For you strike all my enemies on the cheek;

you break the teeth of the wicked.

⁸  Salvation belongs to the Lord;

your blessing be on your people! Selah