New International Reader's Version

Psalm 3

Psalm 3

A psalm of David when he ran away from his son Absalom.

Lord, I have so many enemies!
    So many people are rising up against me!
Many are saying about me,
    “God will not save him.”

Lord, you are like a shield that keeps me safe.
    You bring me honor. You help me win the battle.
I call out to the Lord.
    He answers me from his holy mountain.

I lie down and sleep.
    I wake up again, because the Lord takes care of me.
I won’t be afraid even though tens of thousands
    attack me on every side.

Lord, rise up!
    My God, save me!
Strike all my enemies in the face.
    Break the teeth of sinful people.

Lord, you are the one who saves.
    May your blessing be on your people.

The Message

Psalm 3

A David Psalm, When He Escaped for His Life from Absalom, His Son

11-2 God! Look! Enemies past counting!
Enemies sprouting like mushrooms,
Mobs of them all around me, roaring their mockery:
“Hah! No help for him from God!”

3-4 But you, God, shield me on all sides;
You ground my feet, you lift my head high;
With all my might I shout up to God,
His answers thunder from the holy mountain.

5-6 I stretch myself out. I sleep.
Then I’m up again—rested, tall and steady,
Fearless before the enemy mobs
Coming at me from all sides.

Up, God! My God, help me!
Slap their faces,
First this cheek, then the other,
Your fist hard in their teeth!

Real help comes from God.
Your blessing clothes your people!