1 A psalm of David, when he fled from before Abshalom his son. Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me!
2 Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. Selah.
3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
4 With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. Selah.
5 I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
7 Arise, O Lord, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. Selah.