PSALM 3
1 The psalm of David, when he fled from the face of Absalom, his son. Lord, why be they multiplied that trouble me? many men rise against me.
2 Many men say of my soul, None health there is to him in his God.
3 But thou, Lord, art mine up-taker; my glory, and enhancing mine head.
4 With my voice I cried to the Lord; and he heard me from his holy hill.
5 I slept, and rested, and I rose up; for the Lord received me.
6 I shall not dread thousands of people encompassing me;
7 Lord, arise thou; my God, make me safe. For thou hast smitten all men being adversaries to me without cause; thou hast all-broken the teeth of sinners.
8 Health is of the Lord; and thy blessing is on thy people.