1 «A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.» LORD, how are they increased that trouble me! many [are] they that rise up against me.
2 Many [there be] which say of my soul, [There is] no help for him in God. Selah.
3 But thou Lorde art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, & he heard me out of his holy mountaine. Selah.
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set [themselves] against me round about.
7 O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Salvation [belongeth] unto the LORD: thy blessing [is] upon thy people. Selah.