Psalm 3

1-2 God! Look! Enemies past counting! Enemies sprouting like mushrooms, Mobs of them all around me, roaring their mockery: "Hah! No help for him from God!"
3-4 But you, God, shield me on all sides; You ground my feet, you lift my head high; With all my might I shout up to God, His answers thunder from the holy mountain.
5-6 I stretch myself out. I sleep. Then I'm up again—rested, tall and steady, 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 3

1 Jehovah, how are mine adversaries increased! Many are they that rise up against me.

2 Many there are that say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah

3 But thou, O Jehovah, art a shield about me; My glory and the lifter up of my head.

4 I cry unto Jehovah with my voice, And he answereth me out of his holy hill. Selah

5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for Jehovah sustaineth me.

6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people That have set themselves against me round about.

7 Arise, O Jehovah; save me, O my God: For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.

8 Salvation belongeth unto Jehovah: Thy blessing be upon thy people. Selah