Psalms 3

Surrounded by Enemies

1 Lord, look at all my haters, They deep. So many rising up against me.

2 They talk slick: ‘God is not going to save him.’ God Got My Back

3 But You, Lord, You my shield, my honor, The one who keeps my head lifted high.

4 I call out, And You answer me from Your holy spot.

Peace in the Storm

5 I lay down, I sleep, and I wake up, because the Lord holds me up.

6 I am not scared of no army, Even if thousands surround me on every side.

Prayer for Rescue

7 Rise up, Lord! Save me, my God! Slap my enemies in the mouth; Break the teeth of the wicked.

8 Salvation comes from the Lord. Bless Your people.