| | 1 | A psalm of David. When he fled from his son Absalom. O LORD, how many are my foes! How many rise up against me! | |
| | 2 | Many are saying of me, "God will not deliver him." Selah | |
| | 3 | But you are a shield around me, O LORD; you bestow glory on me and lift up my head. | |
| | 4 | To the LORD I cry aloud, and he answers me from his holy hill. Selah | |
| | 5 | I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the LORD sustains me. | |
| | 6 | I will not fear the tens of thousands drawn up against me on every side. | |
| | 7 | Arise, O LORD! Deliver me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked. | |
| | 8 | From the LORD comes deliverance. May your blessing be on your people. Selah | |
