A Psalm of David: When he fled from the Face of Absalom his Son

Verse 1

Lord, how my troublers multiply? How many up against me rise?

Verse 2

Of my sad soul, how many say, "His God to him no help supplies."

Verse 3

Yet Thou, O Lord, my glory art, My shield, and raisest up my head.

Verse 4

I to Jehovah cried, who from His holy hill me answered. (Selah)

Verse 5

I lay down, slept, and then awaked; For up Jehovah did me bear:

Verse 6

Though people round against me set, Ten thousands of them I'll not fear.

Verse 7

O Lord my God, to save me rise; For all my foes have felt thy stroke Upon their faces, and the teeth Of the ungodly Thou hast broke.

Verse 8

Salvation wholly to the LORD, Does and shall ever appertain; And on thy people evermore Thy blessing does and shall remain.