Psalms 3
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PSALM 3
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
1O Lord, how are my foes increas'd?
against me many rise.
2Many say of my soul, For him
in God no succour lies.
3Yet thou my shield and glory art,
th' uplifter of mine head.
4I cry'd, and, from his holy hill,
the Lord me answer made.
5I laid me down and slept; I wak'd;
for God sustained me.
6I will not fear though thousands ten
set round against me be.
7Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;
for thou my foes hast stroke
All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth
of wicked men hast broke.
8Salvation doth appertain
unto the Lord alone:
Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore
thy people is upon.
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Psalms 3
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(Written by David when he was running from his son Absalom.)
An Early Morning Prayer
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2 S 15.13—17.22. I have a lot of enemies, Lord.
Many fight against 2me and say,
“God won't rescue you!”
3But you are my shield,
and you give me victory
and great honor.
4I pray to you, and you answer
from your sacred hill.
5I sleep and wake up refreshed
because you, Lord,
protect me.
6Ten thousand enemies attack
from every side,
but I am not afraid.
7Come and save me, Lord God!
Break my enemies' jaws
and shatter their teeth,
8because you protect
and bless your people.
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