3:1 A Psalm. Of David. When he went in flight from Absalom his son. Lord, how greatly are they increased who make attacks on me! in great numbers they come against me.
3:2 Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah.)
3:3 But your strength, O Lord, is round me, you are my glory and the lifter up of my head.
3:4 I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah.)
3:5 I took my rest in sleep, and then again I was awake; for the Lord was my support.
3:6 I will have no fear, though ten thousand have come round me, putting themselves against me.
3:7 Come to me, Lord; keep me safe, O my God; for you have given all my haters blows on their face-bones; the teeth of the evil-doers have been broken by you.
3:8 Salvation comes from the Lord; your blessing is on your people. (Selah.)
The Lord is my glory and the lifter up of my head. Wow. David said it so well. I slept and woke up because the Lord was supporting me. Wow. I'm going to keep reading this today for inspiration, but I can't see right now how I'll wrote a poem from this unless I plagarize the Bible. How amazingly timeless this imagery is. Wow..