1 A psalm of David, when he fled from before Abshalom his son. (3:2) Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me!2 (3:3) Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. Selah.3 (3:4) But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.4 (3:5) With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. Selah.5 (3:6) I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.6 (3:7) I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.7 (3:8) Arise, O Lord, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break.8 (3:9) Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. Selah.