1 The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom.2 Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.3 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.4 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.5 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.6 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.