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

A psalm of David, written when he fled from his son Absalom.

1 Lord, how numerous are my enemies!
Many attack me.

2 Many say about me,
“God will not deliver him.” (Selah)

3 But you, Lord, are a shield that protects me;
you are my glory and the one who restores me.

4 To the Lord I cried out,
and he answered me from his holy hill. (Selah)

5 I rested and slept;
I awoke, for the Lord protects me.

6 I am not afraid of the multitude of people
who attack me from all directions.

7 Rise up,Lord!
Deliver me, my God!
Yes, you will strike all my enemies on the jaw;
you will break the teeth of the wicked.

8 The Lord delivers;
you show favor to your people. (Selah)