Psalm 3

A Psalm of David when he fled from Absalom, his son

O Lord, how they increase… those troubling foes!
How multiplied many against me arose!

And many there be which will say of my soul,
“No help in his maker, his God won’t console.”

But You are my shield, Lord; my glory instead.
You do this for me, and You lift up my head.

I cried to the Lord with my voice and He heard,
From His holy mountain, the sound of my word.

I lay down and slumbered and through the night slept;
And when I awakened, Jehovah had kept.

I’ll not be afraid of ten thousand that shout,
Although up against me they’re set ’round about.

Arise Lord and save me, my God, for Your sake:
My foes You have smitten; their teeth You did break.

Salvation for us now belongs to the Lord;
Your blessings upon us; Your people’s reward.

Poetical Psalms by David Veliquette