Psalm 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom.
2 O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied?
many rise up against me.
3 Many say concerning my soul,
There is no deliverance for him in his God.
[1]Pause.
4 But thou, O Lord, art my helper:
my glory, and the one that lifteth up my head.
5 I cried to the Lord with my voice,
and he heard me out of his holy mountain.
Pause.
6 I lay down and slept;
I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
7 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people,
who beset me round about.
8 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God:
for thou hast smitten all who were without cause mine enemies;
thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
9 Deliverance is the Lord’s,
and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Notes
- 3:3 Pause: The word Διάψαλμα (Selah) has been rendered Pause, as most intelligible to the English reader. What kind of pause was intended by the LXX cannot perhaps be determined. ↩