1 The psalm of David, when he fled from the face of Absalom, his son. Lord, why be they multiplied that trouble me? many men rise against me.

2 Many men say of my soul, None health there is to him in his God.

3 But thou, Lord, art mine up-taker; my glory, and enhancing mine head.

4 With my voice I cried to the Lord; and he heard me from his holy hill.

5 I slept, and rested, and I rose up; for the Lord received me.

6 I shall not dread thousands of people encompassing me;