A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
1 Jehovah, how are mine adversaries increased!
Many are they that rise up against me.
2 Many there are that say of my soul,
There is no help for him in God.
3 But thou, O Jehovah, art a shield about me;
My glory and the lifter up of my head.
4 I cry unto Jehovah with my voice,
And he answereth me out of his holy hill.
5 I laid me down and slept;
I awaked; for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people
That have set themselves against me round about.
7 Arise, O Jehovah; save me, O my God:
For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone;
Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation belongeth unto Jehovah:
Thy blessing be upon thy people.