Psalm 3a
A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom.
1 Lord, how many are my foes!
How many rise up against me!
A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom.
1 Lord, how many are my foes!
How many rise up against me!
2 Many are saying of me,
“God will not deliver him.”b
“God will not deliver him.”b
3 But you, Lord, are a shield around me,
my glory, the One who lifts my head high.
my glory, the One who lifts my head high.
4 I call out to the Lord,
and he answers me from his holy mountain.
and he answers me from his holy mountain.
5 I lie down and sleep;
I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.
I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.
6 I will not fear though tens of thousands
assail me on every side.
assail me on every side.
7 Arise, Lord!
Deliver me, my God!
Strike all my enemies on the jaw;
break the teeth of the wicked.
Deliver me, my God!
Strike all my enemies on the jaw;
break the teeth of the wicked.
8 From the Lord comes deliverance.
May your blessing be on your people.
May your blessing be on your people.
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Psalms, 3 psalm. New International Version.
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