Psalm III

When He Fled From Absalom.

Lord how many are my

How many

That in arms against me

Many are

That of my life distrustfully thus say,

No help for him in God there lies.

But thou Lord art my shield my glory,

Thee through my

Th' exalter of my head I

Aloud I cry'd Unto Jehovah, he full soon

And heard me from his holy mount.

I lay and slept,

I wak'd again,

For my

Was the Lord. Of many

The populous routI fear not though incamping round

They pitch against me their Pavillions.

Rise Lord, save me my God for

Hast smote ere now On the cheek-bone all my foes,

Of men

Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord;

Thy blessing on thy people flows.

Aug. 9. 1653.