Psalm 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