A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.

1 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, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.*3.3 for: or, about

4 I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.

5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained me.

6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.

7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.

8 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD: thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah.

1 'n PSALM van Dawid toe hy gevlug het vir sy seun Absalom.

2 oHere, hoe het my teëstanders vermenigvuldig! Baie staan teen my op.

3 Baie sê van my: Daar is geen heil vir hom by God nie. Sela.

4 Maar U, Here, is 'n skild wat my beskut, my eer en die Een wat my hoof ophef.

5 Luid roep ek die Here aan, en Hy verhoor my van sy heilige berg. Sela.

6 Ek het gaan lê en aan die slaap mag raak; ek het wakker geword, want die Here ondersteun my.

7 Ek sal nie vrees vir tienduisende van mense wat rondom teen my gereed staan nie.

8 Staan op, Here; verlos my, my God! Want U het al my vyande op die kakebeen geslaan; U het die tande van die goddelose stukkend gebreek.

9 Die heil behoort aan die Here; laat u seën wees oor u volk! Sela.