Psalm3

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

O LORD, how many are my foes!

How many rise up against me!

Many are saying of me, "God will not deliver hiim."

But you are a shield around me, O LORD;

you bestow glory on me and lift up my head.

To the LORD i cry aloud, and he answers me from his holy hill.

I lie down and sleep;

I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.

I will not fear the tens of thousands drawn up against me on

every side.

Arise, O LORD! Deliver me, O my God!

Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the

wicked.

From the LORD comes deliverance.

May your blessing be on your people.