Psalm 3

A David Psalm, When He Escaped for His Life from Absalom, His Son

1 God! Look! Enemies past counting! Enemies sprouting like mushrooms,2 Mobs of them all around me, roaring their mockery: "Hah! No help for him from God!"

3 But you, God, shield me on all sides; You ground my feet, you lift my head high;4 With all my might I shout up to God, His answers thunder from the holy mountain.

5 I stretch myself out. I sleep. Then I'm up again-rested, tall and steady,6 Fearless before the enemy mobs Coming at me from all sides.

7 Up, God! My God, help me! Slap their faces, First this cheek, then the other, Your fist hard in their teeth!

8 Real help comes from God. Your blessing clothes your people!

Psalm 4

A David Psalm

1 When I call, give me answers. God, take my side! Once, in a tight place, you gave me room; Now I'm in trouble again: grace me! hear me!

2 You rabble-how long do I put up with your scorn? How long will you lust after lies? How long will you live crazed by illusion?

3 Look at this: look Who got picked by God! He listens the split second I call to him.

4 Complain if you must, but don't lash out. Keep your mouth shut, and let your heart do the talking.5 Build your case before God and wait for his verdict.

6 Why is everyone hungry for more? "More, more," they say. "More, more." I have God's more-than-enough,

7 More joy in one ordinary day Than they get in all their shopping sprees.8 At day's end I'm ready for sound sleep, For you, God, have put my life back together.

Psalm 5

A David Psalm

1 Listen, God! Please, pay attention! Can you make sense of these ramblings,2 my groans and cries? King-God, I need your help.3 Every morning you'll hear me at it again. Every morning I lay out the pieces of my life on your altar and watch for fire to descend.

4 You don't socialize with Wicked, or invite Evil over as your houseguest.5 Hot-Air-Boaster collapses in front of you; you shake your head over Mischief-Maker.6 God destroys Lie-Speaker; Blood-Thirsty and Truth-Bender disgust you.

7 And here I am, your invited guest-it's incredible! I enter your house; here I am, prostrate in your inner sanctum,8 Waiting for directions to get me safely through enemy lines.

9 Every word they speak is a land mine; their lungs breathe out poison gas. Their throats are gaping graves, their tongues slick as mudslides.10 Pile on the guilt, God! Let their so-called wisdom wreck them. Kick them out! They've had their chance.

11 But you'll welcome us with open arms when we run for cover to you. Let the party last all night! Stand guard over our celebration.12 You are famous, God, for welcoming God-seekers, for decking us out in delight.