Psalm 3: O Lord, how are my foes increas'd?
A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
Meter: C.M. (8,6,8,6)
1 O Lord, how are my foes increas’d? against me many rise. 2 Many say of my soul, For him in God no succour lies.
3 Yet thou my shield and glory art, th’ uplifter of mine head. 4 I cry’d, and, from his holy hill, the Lord me answer made.
5 I laid me down and slept; I wak’d; for God sustained me. 6 I will not fear though thousands ten set round against me be.
7 Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; for thou my foes hast stroke All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth of wicked men hast broke.
8 Salvation doth appertain unto the Lord alone: Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore thy people is upon.