Psalms 3

¹The Psalm of David, when he fled from the face of Absalom his son.

²Lord why are they multiplied that trouble me? Many rise up against me.

³Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.

⁴But thou Lord art my protector, my glory, & exalting my head.

⁵With my voice I have cried to our Lord: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.

⁶I have slept, and have been at rest; and have risen up, because our lord hath taken me.

⁷I will not fear thousands of people compassing me: arise Lord, save me my God.

⁸Because thou hast strucken all that are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.

⁹Salvation is our Lord's: and thy blessing upon thy people.