A Psalm of David when he fled from the face of Absalom his son.
1 O Lord, how many are my foes?
how many up against me stand?
2 Many say to my soul, No help
in God for him at any hand.
3 But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
and the up lifter of my head.
4 With voice to God I call’d, who from
his holy hill me answered.
5 I laid me down, I slept, I wak’d,
for Jehovah did me up bear.
6 People that set against me round,
ten thousand of them I’ll not fear.
7 Arise, o Lord, save me my God,
for all mine enemies thou hast stroke
upon the cheek-bone; and the teeth
of the ungodly thou hast broke.
8 This, and all such salvation,
belongeth unto Jehovah:
thy blessing is, and let it be
upon thine own people. Selah.