A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
1 O Yahweh, how many are my foes!
Many are rising against me; 2many are saying of me,
there is no help for him in God. Selah 3But you, O Yahweh, are a shield about me,
my glory, and the lifter of my head. 4I cry aloud to Yahweh,
and he answers me from his holy hill. Selah 5I lie down and sleep; I wake again,
for Yahweh sustains me. 6I am not afraid of ten thousands of people
who have set themselves against me round about. 7Arise, O Yahweh! Deliver me, O my God!
For you smite all my enemies on the cheek,
you break the teeth of the wicked. 8Deliverance belongs to Yahweh; may your blessing be upon your people!