Psalm 3 (The Message)
1-2 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.
7 Up, God! My God, help me! Slap their faces, first this cheek, then the other, your fist hard in their teeth!
8 Real help comes from God. Your blessing clothes your people!
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