Salmos 3

1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Absalom.

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. Pause.

4 But thou, O Lord, art my helper:

My glory, and the one that lifts 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 awoke; 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.