3:1 A
Psalme
of
Dauid
when
he
fled
from
Absalom
his
sonne.
Lord,
how
are
they
increased
that
trouble
mee
many
are
they
that
rise
vp
against
me.
3:2 Many
there
bee
which
say
of
my
soule,
There
is
no
helpe
for
him
in
God.
Selah.
3:3 But
thou,
O
Lord,
art
a
shield
for
me;
my
glory,
and
the
lifter
vp
of
mine
head.
3:4 I
cryed
vnto
the
Lord
with
my
voyce,
and
he
heard
me
out
of
his
holy
hill.
Selah.
3:5 I
layd
me
downe
and
slept;
I
awaked,
for
the
Lord
sustained
me.
3:6 I
will
not
be
afraid
of
ten
thousands
of
people,
that
haue
set
themselues
against
me
round
about.
3:7 Arise,
O
Lord,
saue
mee,
O
my
God;
for
thou
hast
smitten
all
mine
enemies
vpon
the
cheeke
bone:
thou
hast
broken
the
teeth
of
the
vngodly.
3:8 Saluation
belongeth
vnto
the
Lord:
thy
blessing
is
vpon
thy
people.
Selah.
