Psa 3 | NIV | STEP | A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom. Lord , how many are my foes! How many rise up against me!

‏ Psalms 3

A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom.

1 Lord, how many are my foes!
How many rise up against me!
2 Many are saying of me,
‘God will not deliver him.’ ^{▼▼The Hebrew has Selah (a word of uncertain meaning) here and at the end of verses 4 and 8.}
3 But you, Lord, are a shield around me,
my glory, the One who lifts my head high.
4 I call out to the Lord,
and he answers me from his holy mountain.
5 I lie down and sleep;
I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.
6 I will not fear though tens of thousands
assail me on every side.
7 Arise, Lord!
Deliver me, my God!
Strike all my enemies on the jaw;
break the teeth of the wicked.
8 From the Lord comes deliverance.
May your blessing be on your people.