Psalm.
Chapter 3.
A Psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how my foes have increased! How many rise up against me! 
Many say of me, “God will not deliver him.” 
But You, O LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts my head. 
To the LORD I cry aloud, and He answers me from His holy mountain. 
I lie down and sleep; I wake again, for the LORD sustains me. 
I will not fear the myriads set against me on every side. 
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked. 
Salvation belongs to the LORD; may Your blessing be on Your people. 
