Only Version ❧ CM · 8·6·8·6
A Psalm of David, when he fled from 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. Selah. 3 But thou, Lord, art my shield, m’ glory, and the uplifter of my head. 4 With voice to God I call’d, who from his holy hill me answered. Selah.
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 en’mies 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.