Psalms 3 · תהילים

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

Lord, how many are my enemies become! many are they who rise up against me:

many there be who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Sela.)

But Thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.

I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. (Sela.)

I lie me down and sleep; I awake; for the Lord sustains me.

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

Arise, O Lord; save me, O my God: for Thou hast smitten all my enemies upon the cheek; Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.

Salvation belongs to the Lord: Thy blessing be upon Thy people. (Sela.)