| Chapter 3 |
1 | The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. |
2 | Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me. |
3 | Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God. |
4 | But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head. |
5 | I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill. |
6 | I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me. |
7 | I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God. |
8 | For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners. |
9 | Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people. |