Psalm 3

(Composed by King David when he was in flight from the forces of his son Absalom)

O my God, how my adversaries have multiplied!
Many are those who have taken up arms against me,
And many are those who are scoffing and taunting me,
"Even his god can't save him now.”

But Jehovah, You are my shield and glory,
You are the one that keeps my head held high.

When I raise my voice to call out to him,
He answers me from his holy mountain.
I lay down to sleep to awaken again,
Safe in the protecting arms of Jehovah.
Now when hordes from all sides set upon me
To attack, I will have no fear of them.

Rise up, Jehovah!  Save me, O my God!
My enemies -- Beat them over the head!
And as for the wicked -- Knock their teeth out!

Deliverance will come from Jehovah.
May your blessing be upon your people.