1 A psalm of David, when he fled from before Abshalom his son.(3:2)Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me!
2 (3:3)Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. Selah.
3 (3:4)But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
4 (3:5)With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. Selah.
5 (3:6)I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
6 (3:7)I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
7 (3:8)Arise, O Lord, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break.
8 (3:9)Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. Selah.