psalm_Chapter 3

A poem written by David when he fled from his son Absalom. O Lord, how have my enemies increased. Many people have risen up to attack me.

Many people argue that he does not receive God’s help. (Fine pull)

But you, Lord, are my shield all around me. It is my glory, and it is also the one who lifted my head.

I cry to the Lord with my voice, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Fine pull)

I lie down to sleep. I am awake. Both the Lord and the Lord bless me.

Although tens of thousands of people come around to attack me, I am not afraid.

Arise, O Lord. My God, please save me. Because you have struck the jawbones of all my enemies and shattered the teeth of the wicked.

Salvation belongs to the Lord. May you bless your people. (Fine pull)