Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PSALM 3; WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM; AUGUST 9, 1653, by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE First Line: Lord how many are my foes Last Line: Thy blessing on thy people flows. | ||||||||
Lord how many are my foes, How many those That in arms against me rise. Many are they 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 story Th' exalter of my head I count; Aloud I cried Unto Jehovah; he full soon replied And heard me from his holy mount. I lay and slept, I walked again, For my sustain Was the Lord. Of many millions The populous rout I fear not though encamping round about They pitch against me their pavilions. Rise Lord, save me my God for thou Hast smote ere now On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorred Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 136 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE DEBORAH: THE SONG OF DEBORAH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ECCLESIASTES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ECCLESIASTES: THE LIGHT IS SWEET by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ELIJAH AND THE PRIESTS OF BAAL: IN A TIME OF FAMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE EXODUS 15. SONG OF ISRAEL FOR THE OVERTHROW OF EGYPT IN THE RED SEA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |
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