| Chapter 3 |
1 | A Psalm. Of David. When he went in flight from Absalom his son.
Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me. |
2 | Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah.) |
3 | But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head. |
4 | I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah.) |
5 | I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support. |
6 | I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me. |
7 | Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you. |
8 | Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah.) |