3 0 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
3 3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me,
my glory, and the lifter of my head.
3 4 I cry aloud to the LORD,
and he answers me from his holy hill. Selah
3 5 I lie down and sleep; I wake again,
for the LORD sustains me.
3 6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people
who have set themselves against me round about.
3 7 Arise, O LORD! Deliver me, O my God!
For thou dost smite all my enemies on the cheek,
thou dost break the teeth of the wicked.
3 8 Deliverance belongs to the Lord;
thy blessing be upon thy people!