Psalms, 3
1. (A psalm David wrote, when he fled before his son Absalom.)
2. See how they surround me, Lord, my adversaries, how many rise up in arms against me;
3. everywhere voices taunting me, His God cannot save him now.
4. Yet, Lord, thou art my champion, thou art the pride that keeps my head erect.
5. I have but to cry out to the Lord, and my voice reaches his mountain sanctuary, and there finds hearing.
6. Safe in God’s hand I lay down, and slept, and have awoken;
7. and now, though thousands of the people set upon me from every side, I will not be afraid of them. Bestir thyself, Lord; my God, save me;
8. thine to smite my enemies on the cheek, thine to break the fangs of malice.
9. From the Lord all deliverance comes; let thy blessing, Lord, rest upon thy people.
