PSALMS.
Chapter 3.
A psalm by David when he fled from his son Absalom. O Lord, look how my enemies have increased! Many are attacking me. 
Many are saying about me, “Even with God ⌞on his side⌟, he won’t be victorious.” Selah 
But you, O Lord, are a shield that surrounds me. You are my glory. You hold my head high. 
I call aloud to the Lord, and he answers me from his holy mountain. Selah 
I lie down and sleep. I wake up again because the Lord continues to support me. 
I am not afraid of the tens of thousands who have taken positions against me on all sides. 
Arise, O Lord! Save me, O my God! You have slapped all my enemies in the face. You have smashed the teeth of wicked people. 
Victory belongs to the Lord! May your blessing rest on your people. Selah 
