| Chapter 3 |
1 | A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how are mine adversaries increased! Many are they that rise up against me. |
2 | Many there are that say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah |
3 | But thou, O Jehovah, art a shield about me; My glory and the lifter up of my head. |
4 | I cry unto Jehovah with my voice, And he answereth me out of his holy hill. Selah |
5 | I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for Jehovah sustaineth me. |
6 | I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people That have set themselves against me round about. |
7 | Arise, O Jehovah; save me, O my God: For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked. |
8 | Salvation belongeth unto Jehovah: Thy blessing be upon thy people. Selah |