003) Psalm 3

Psalm 3 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.

8.6.8.6 1 O Lord, how are my foes increas’d? against me many rise.

2 Many say of my soul, For him in God no succour lies.

3 Yet thou my shield and glory art, th’ uplifter of mine head.

4 I cry’d, and, from his holy hill, the Lord me answer made.

5 I laid me down and slept; I wak’d; for God sustained me.

6 I will not fear though thousands ten set round against me be.

7 Arise, 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.

8 Salvation doth appertain unto the Lord alone:

Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore thy people is upon.

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