Chapter 3
1AO, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me.
2Many there be which say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” Selah.
3But you, O AO, are a shield for Me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
4I cried to AO with my voice, and He heard me out of His holy hill. Selah.
5I laid down and slept; I awoke; for the AO sustained me.
6I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people that have set themselves against me round about.
7Arise, O AO; save me, O my God: for You have smitten all my enemies upon the cheek bone; You have broken the teeth of the ungodly.
8Salvation belongs to AO: Your blessing is upon Your people. Selah.