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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A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son.
1 Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
2Many are saying of my soul, ‘There is no salvation for him in God.’ Selah.
3And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
4My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.
5I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
7Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
8Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! Selah.
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